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I was bored one rainy day and started writing what I thought would be a few paragraphs. It turned into 40 or so parts of several paragraphs each. I just bumped it to the beginning at ichan (dot) org/con/. It is a slow board and should stay there but if it does move here is how it starts:
It is raining miserably here so I thought I would try to write a few paragraphs.
I was lucky, I suppose, to be a somewhat handsome and athletically gifted young man. Even though I fit in well with the jocks, I also made the highest scores on standardized tests, which led to accepting an academic scholarship to a well-respected university. I did well and entered graduate school. After obtaining a doctorate degree I was offered a good job in the large city about 65 miles from my childhood home. Within only a couple years I had purchased an impressive house and three sports cars, and had dated several beautiful young women.
One pleasant Spring weekend, I was visiting my family in my hometown when my younger sister asked me to give her a ride to the park for her softball game. While observing the game from a seat at the end of the bleachers, my eye caught a glimpse of something moving in the parking lot beyond the outfield fence. It was exceeding long blonde hair flowing behind a girl riding a bicycle, like a waving flag signaling the arrival of a parade. I watched, mesmerized, as the blonde pennant floated around the parking lot and the girl pulled up and stopped right next to me. The hair fell to below her waist, brushing the seat of the bike between her legs.