by SecondCircle
Fabulous seeing a new story from you, old friend. And amusing as well, given that my current work-in-progress is also a mature story about a woman named Molly.
I loved the middle age settling in reality of old friends and how they drift apart. I stent today around people I've known for decades but not seen in months, if not years. It was at a life memorial for the mother of one of my oldest friends. Life being life.
Your Molly seems a bit wilder than my Molly, but I haven't gotten them into bed yet and she is already been teasing the main characters, Kyle's, brains out. I'll flesh things out here in a few days. Weather is getting bad; good time to write.
Now, go write another one.
MST
I was always the one who made sure the ones who had had too much didn't get behind the wheel or get into trouble. But I never had a girl or a woman react the way Molly did. Never so much as a goodnight kiss, never mind a wild ride on the magic mountain. Some guys have all the luck!