Just one.

[Morcheeba]

Thanks. They won't be getting any better, but I appreciate the well wishes.

That's so sad... both at the same time. Stay strong, December. Stay strong.

I like the different perspective you've offered about perhaps any of us doing that one thing that could have helped or changed another and I immediately thought of something that happened recently.

One NFL Playoff Sunday my beau was cooking steaks on the grill and suddenly dashed inside and grabbed a baseball bat plus his cell phone. He blurted, "Keep an eye on the steaks" and then ran outside through the front door. Sooo cryptic and the look in his eyes gave me chills. Panic filled my entire being.

I went out to the balcony and saw him talking on his cell while pacing back and forth with the bat. That's when I heard it... the piercing, heart-wrenching sounds of woman screaming and moaning, "Help... Help me! Somebody help me!" It was coming from way over/between a huge row of trees and hedges about 40 yards to our right. An area not even accessible due to a tall so-called security fence.

Long story short, four squad cars came in what I'd call record time. With huge flashlights some ran on foot and found a hole through the so-called security fence and rescued the woman. She'd been dragged to wherever by several men and was being raped. Guess the rapists saw the flashlights and scrammed. Within her police report she mentioned hearing a man's voice yelling repeatedly (my beau) and a woman's voice shouting for them to stop (me... I could only muster up, "HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP!!" at the tops of my lungs). I was so frazzled by it all and her constant pleas for help made me tremble.

What really chapped my ass was that my typically nosy neighbors planted their collective asses inside during it all so as to not get involved, even with all the squad cars around. Well, that's not how my beau and I roll. We're both from the Midwest and probably stupid to call for help when help is needed rather than dismiss it and crank the television higher. Like the cop told my beau, "She was messed up pretty bad, you may have saved her life." So, there ya go.

 

[Morcheeba]

Yeah yeah, I know, another stupid story from the Penis-Shaped State where shit goes down all the time.

But at least December likes my dickalier.

 

[jomar]

Great story, December.

Funny, RDS.

 

[December]

That's so sad... both at the same time. Stay strong, December. Stay strong.

I like the different perspective you've offered about perhaps any of us doing that one thing that could have helped or changed another and I immediately thought of something that happened recently.

One NFL Playoff Sunday my beau was cooking steaks on the grill and suddenly dashed inside and grabbed a baseball bat plus his cell phone. He blurted, "Keep an eye on the steaks" and then ran outside through the front door. Sooo cryptic and the look in his eyes gave me chills. Panic filled my entire being.

I went out to the balcony and saw him talking on his cell while pacing back and forth with the bat. That's when I heard it... the piercing, heart-wrenching sounds of woman screaming and moaning, "Help... Help me! Somebody help me!" It was coming from way over/between a huge row of trees and hedges about 40 yards to our right. An area not even accessible due to a tall so-called security fence.

Long story short, four squad cars came in what I'd call record time. With huge flashlights some ran on foot and found a hole through the so-called security fence and rescued the woman. She'd been dragged to wherever by several men and was being raped. Guess the rapists saw the flashlights and scrammed. Within her police report she mentioned hearing a man's voice yelling repeatedly (my beau) and a woman's voice shouting for them to stop (me... I could only muster up, "HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP!!" at the tops of my lungs). I was so frazzled by it all and her constant pleas for help made me tremble.

What really chapped my ass was that my typically nosy neighbors planted their collective asses inside during it all so as to not get involved, even with all the squad cars around. Well, that's not how my beau and I roll. We're both from the Midwest and probably stupid to call for help when help is needed rather than dismiss it and crank the television higher. Like the cop told my beau, "She was messed up pretty bad, you may have saved her life." So, there ya go.

Jesus, what a story. If it was such a secluded little area they may have just decided to kill her when they were done had all of that not happened. She's lucky you guys heard her. Also, fuck your fucking neighbours. Fucking cowards.

 

[Very_Bad_Man]

My first kiss

I was in 8th grade gym class and we were playing coed volleyball. There was this girl named Renee who was arguable the prettiest girl in school and she was very filled out for 8th grade. We both jumped to hit the ball at the same time and collided in midair. As we came crashing to the ground I spun us so I would hit the floor first cushioning her fall. She came down on top of me straddling my hips. With a giggle she thanked me and kissed me quickly on the lips. I was stunned and just laid their with the memory of the incredible softness of her body and the scent of her perfume still in my nostrils. It was my first kiss and I was in love.

Two months later she was raped and murdered. To this day I can recall with absolute clarity the feel of her and the smell of her perfume and it makes me very sad.

 

[December]

My first kiss

I was in 8th grade gym class and we were playing coed volleyball. There was this girl named Renee who was arguable the prettiest girl in school and she was very filled out for 8th grade. We both jumped to hit the ball at the same time and collided in midair. As we came crashing to the ground I spun us so I would hit the floor first cushioning her fall. She came down on top of me straddling my hips. With a giggle she thanked me and kissed me quickly on the lips. I was stunned and just laid their with the memory of the incredible softness of her body and the scent of her perfume still in my nostrils. It was my first kiss and I was in love.

Two months later she was raped and murdered. To this day I can recall with absolute clarity the feel of her and the smell of her perfume and it makes me very sad.

This made me cry just a little. On that note, I am going to bed. Again.

 

[RobDownSouth]

My first kiss

I was in 8th grade gym class and we were playing coed volleyball. There was this girl named Renee who was arguable the prettiest girl in school and she was very filled out for 8th grade. We both jumped to hit the ball at the same time and collided in midair. As we came crashing to the ground I spun us so I would hit the floor first cushioning her fall. She came down on top of me straddling my hips. With a giggle she thanked me and kissed me quickly on the lips. I was stunned and just laid their with the memory of the incredible softness of her body and the scent of her perfume still in my nostrils. It was my first kiss and I was in love.

Two months later she was raped and murdered. To this day I can recall with absolute clarity the feel of her and the smell of her perfume and it makes me very sad.

I'm sure you had an airtight alibi.

In seriousness, though, that's a very poignant story about how fleeting life can be.

 

[sufisaint]

Took this picture and reminded me of this thread...

 

[John Doe]

My first kiss

I was in 8th grade gym class and we were playing coed volleyball. There was this girl named Renee who was arguable the prettiest girl in school and she was very filled out for 8th grade. We both jumped to hit the ball at the same time and collided in midair. As we came crashing to the ground I spun us so I would hit the floor first cushioning her fall. She came down on top of me straddling my hips. With a giggle she thanked me and kissed me quickly on the lips. I was stunned and just laid their with the memory of the incredible softness of her body and the scent of her perfume still in my nostrils. It was my first kiss and I was in love.

Two months later she was raped and murdered. To this day I can recall with absolute clarity the feel of her and the smell of her perfume and it makes me very sad.

If this thread were a competition (and obviously it is) this post would be a strong contender.