| Author: | MT Abraham, Ann Mickan | ISBN: | 9780463699447 |
| Publisher: | MT Abraham | Publication: | May 15, 2019 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | MT Abraham, Ann Mickan |
| ISBN: | 9780463699447 |
| Publisher: | MT Abraham |
| Publication: | May 15, 2019 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
An erotically intoxicating collection of poems, stories, and sexual conversations with people that I’ll never meet. These stories, while unique in nature, are unusual and demonstrate the deepest, darkest depths of the inner workings of our minds.
Come explore your own mind from the perspective of mine. Allow yourself to let go of your everyday life and enter into my world for a while, giving yourself the freedom to drift into a relaxed state where you can relate to, and participate in the words written on the pages.
Be part of the book, become one with the words, and allow nothing else to come between you and your escape into the realm you’ve wandered into.
Go ahead. Turn the page. Read on and don’t stop until the very end. You’ve been challenged. Now become the words.
The year was 1924, my grandmother was 14 years old. She was the favorite child of my great grandfather and she could do no wrong in his eyes.
Her father was a ship captain, he started out as a captain of clipper ships and later on captain of steam ships. When he would sail into Boston Harbor the first Mountain you see is Lyndeborough Mountain in New Hampshire. When he saw this mountain, he knew he was home. His dream was to own the mountain, so he bought the mountain in the late 1800’s.
Here he built a summer home to get away from the sea and yet see Boston from his house. The sea was always calling to him.
My grandmother would borrow the old family car, a 1903 Ford model A. It came in any color you wanted as long as it was red. She would drive the car into town and go to the speakeasy’s to smoke, drink and dance with men. It was here she met my grandfather, a tall muscular wild-eyed machinist. He worked in the tool and die repair plant for the woolen mill.
They would meet up for the next two years at the speakeasy. My grandfather would borrow the Auburn from his blood brother to drive to Boston to meet up away from her home.
Finally, he built up the courage to ask her father permission to marry her. Her father said NO, she is betrothed to another in an arranged marriage.
My grandmother pleaded with her father to let her marry the man she loved. He would not relent and forbade her from seeing my grandfather plus she could no longer go into town.
She defied her father and the two of them eloped and were married in 1926.
Her father disowned, ostracized, and never spoke to her again, he died before WW2. Everyone else in the family was to ostracize her, although her two brothers refused to do so.
Her mother started speaking to her in 1960 at the age of 101. She apologized for not standing up to her husband and always admired my grandmother’s independence. The two of them were inseparable until my great-grandmother’s death in 1969. She was 110. I remember my great-grandmother saying, “It takes courage to marry for True Love.”
I asked my grandparents if they had it all to do over, would they? “Yes.” was the answer, “any sacrifice is worth it to be with the one whom you love.”
An erotically intoxicating collection of poems, stories, and sexual conversations with people that I’ll never meet. These stories, while unique in nature, are unusual and demonstrate the deepest, darkest depths of the inner workings of our minds.
Come explore your own mind from the perspective of mine. Allow yourself to let go of your everyday life and enter into my world for a while, giving yourself the freedom to drift into a relaxed state where you can relate to, and participate in the words written on the pages.
Be part of the book, become one with the words, and allow nothing else to come between you and your escape into the realm you’ve wandered into.
Go ahead. Turn the page. Read on and don’t stop until the very end. You’ve been challenged. Now become the words.
The year was 1924, my grandmother was 14 years old. She was the favorite child of my great grandfather and she could do no wrong in his eyes.
Her father was a ship captain, he started out as a captain of clipper ships and later on captain of steam ships. When he would sail into Boston Harbor the first Mountain you see is Lyndeborough Mountain in New Hampshire. When he saw this mountain, he knew he was home. His dream was to own the mountain, so he bought the mountain in the late 1800’s.
Here he built a summer home to get away from the sea and yet see Boston from his house. The sea was always calling to him.
My grandmother would borrow the old family car, a 1903 Ford model A. It came in any color you wanted as long as it was red. She would drive the car into town and go to the speakeasy’s to smoke, drink and dance with men. It was here she met my grandfather, a tall muscular wild-eyed machinist. He worked in the tool and die repair plant for the woolen mill.
They would meet up for the next two years at the speakeasy. My grandfather would borrow the Auburn from his blood brother to drive to Boston to meet up away from her home.
Finally, he built up the courage to ask her father permission to marry her. Her father said NO, she is betrothed to another in an arranged marriage.
My grandmother pleaded with her father to let her marry the man she loved. He would not relent and forbade her from seeing my grandfather plus she could no longer go into town.
She defied her father and the two of them eloped and were married in 1926.
Her father disowned, ostracized, and never spoke to her again, he died before WW2. Everyone else in the family was to ostracize her, although her two brothers refused to do so.
Her mother started speaking to her in 1960 at the age of 101. She apologized for not standing up to her husband and always admired my grandmother’s independence. The two of them were inseparable until my great-grandmother’s death in 1969. She was 110. I remember my great-grandmother saying, “It takes courage to marry for True Love.”
I asked my grandparents if they had it all to do over, would they? “Yes.” was the answer, “any sacrifice is worth it to be with the one whom you love.”
