I have finally got a new boyfriend. A guy that my mom likes. I can't stress enough, how hard it is to find a man that my mom likes. I know she is picky because she loves me, but she doesn't have to be as picky as she is.

I went over to my boyfriends house to watch a movie. We have only been dating about a month now. We haven't had sex, but we have kissed a little. Also, I felt his hard cock once while we were kissing. That guy is packing some sausage down there, if you know what I mean.

“I need to go to the bathroom really fast.” Steve said.

“Okay, I will get the movie ready.” I said as I sat down on the couch.

I made some of my famous popcorn with butter on it. Everyone loves it when I make popcorn. My secret is, I add just a little bit of sugar to the popcorn. This makes it taste really sweet. Everyone always tells me how good it is.

I put the tape in and I fast forwarded it. I didn't pay attention to any of the stuff I seen on the screen. You know how it is, you see all of these movie trailers and stuff. Also, I can't stand to watch the beginning credits or ending credits. I have no idea why they start out a movie with words on the screen anyway.

“Oh, Oh, give it to me.” The woman on the screen said.

“What the fuck is this?” I thought to myself.

Then, it hit me what I was looking at. I was watching a porno movie. I couldn't believe that was what I was watching.

“You look like you just seen a ghost.” Steve said as he came into the living room.

Steve took one look at the TV and knew what the problem was.

“You must have put the wrong tape in there.” He said running up to the TV.

“Wrong tape?” I asked.

“Yes, I rented the movie you asked for.” He said showing me the box.

“I don't know how that porno got there.” Steve said ashamed.

“It got there because you rented a porno.” I laughed.

I had never seen his so embarrassed. It was actually kind of cute. He reminded me of a child who was caught stealing a cookie out of the cookie jar.

“Well, sorry about that. Now let's watch your movie.” Steve said nervously.

“No, no. Let's watch this instead.” I said.

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I looked up at the sky and could tell by looking at the sun that it was noon. Soon after I realized what time it was, I heard the foreman yelling that it was time for lunch. He was yelling his same old lunch time calling that he does every day at this time.

“It's time for lunch people. Take your breaks or I'll ram your shovel's up your ass!” The foreman yelled as he walked down the rows of working people.

It was lunch time all right, not a minute too soon either. I've been working on a farm this spring, me and about ten other people who can't find a better job. If the hot sun don't kill you, the pains in your back from shoveling all day long will. I don't know why in the fuck these people haven't heard of machines to do this sort of work, but if they had, I wouldn't have a job. My husband said that I had to get a job, we needed money for the family. He has a job, working over at Mr. Collins's farm, not too far from here. He bails hay and works with the animals. I'm not sure what of everything that he does, but he is usually working with the hogs or the cows. We've got two mouths to feed and I'll be damned if my kids will go hungry. I've spent many a night with a growling stomach because we only had enough food to feed them. That says something, because my husband will only eat if there is enough food left over after I eat. He's that kind of man, his wife and kids will eat before he does. Every now and then Mr. Collins will give Henry, my husband, a little salt pork. If we are really lucky, he will give us some milk and ham, but that doesn't happen very often. Mr. Collins is a greedy son of a bitch, he would fuck his own mother for a quarter if he could. Not to be mean, but that's how the man is.

Nobody gets rich working on the farms around here. One of the old black ladies I work with said that the only rich people around here are the mother fuckers who own the farms. I guess she's right, but I've never spent much time thinking about it. Everyone I know is poor. The richest person I know drives a thirty year old pickup truck that breaks down about every other week. He strolls down the dirt roads around here like a man in the big city would his BMW. He's a nice guy though, I heard he'll give you a ride if you can afford to pay him for the gas. I don't know, if we need to go anywhere, I call someone in my family to come pick us up. I don't call asking for a ride often, maybe once or twice a year. We aren't the type of people who take hand outs, never did like people feeling sorry for me.

Today we were planting potatoes, in a few days I heard we will be planting corn. Corn isn't so hard, I used to plant corn when I was a kid. I would poke a hole in the dirt with my finger and drop a seed or two in the hole. Keep doing that all the way down the row until it's done. I'd have a garden back at the house if I could, but I don't have time. When my kids get older, they will be the ones who take care of the garden. I guess they are old enough now, but I don't want to see them being put to work yet. I want them to be able to enjoy a few more years, now they should be tired from playing all day, not busting their backs. I've always hoped that they would turn out to be doctors or someone who makes a lot of money. Maybe they could get me out of the mess I'm in. I probably shouldn't think that way, but I don't have much hope for me and Henry. We'll never make enough money to live a decent life, one where we'll have enough food to eat. I don't look at the fancy things in life anymore, I don't even dream of a better life.

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This is Sharon again. You might remember that I'm a cop and Doug is my partner. That was some call that we went out on a few days ago. You know, the one I told you about.

Well, we had a few interesting calls last night that I will tell you about. I don't know if I have enough time to tell you about all of them, but I will tell you the steamy part. Because I know, that is what you really want to hear.

This week we are working day shift. This is probably the most boring shift to work. Not much goes on during the day time. Most of the time it is just angry drivers that curse at others. That seems to be what starts all of the problems around here. I wish I knew why they are always so pissed off.

I met Doug for breakfast. We went to this little restaurant that serves the best breakfast you could ever imagine. I had two eggs over easy and some hash browns. Doug on the other hand had three eggs, two pancakes, and two sausage patties. As I told you before, this guy can eat like crazy and not gain a pound. I don't know how he does it. If I ate that much, it would go straight to my ass!

Doug told me all about what is going on with his divorce. His wife is being a bitch and is trying to get the house. I'm not sure why he is fighting it, because that house is a dump. I hate to talk like that, but it is true. The house looks like shit on the outside and the inside. I guess the reason why he is fighting it so much is, it is a symbol of his hard work. Since she didn't do anything but sit on her ass, the house was symbolic of all of the hard work he has done as a police officer. I'd sell the house and spend the money on something to piss her off. Like a down payment on a better house or something. But, he isn't as evil as I am. What can I say, I'm a woman!

On the way out of the restaurant I asked the woman at the register if they do take out orders. She said they did, all that I needed to do was call it in. I think I will get my lunch from there today. The last thing I want to eat is a cheese burger and fries. I already know what Doug will want, so I need to have something planned for when I get mine.

We went to the station and got our car. Everyone seemed to be in a bad mood today. The coffee pot wasn't working right and no one had any coffee. If there is one thing that I have learned, it is to stay away from a police officer that is in need of a cup of coffee.

Believe me, it isn't a pretty sight. Luckily, I had coffee with my breakfast. Sometimes me and Doug goes to a gas station that has great coffee. Since we don't spend all day at the station, we don't have access to their coffee. It is a good thing too, because that shit tastes like oil.

The stuff at the gas station can be old, but even when it is, it never tastes as bad as the stuff from the station.

“Is that guy swerving?” Doug asked as he pointed at a car.

“I don't know, let's follow it.” I said as I got behind it.

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I'm a psychiatrist that has my own office. I used to share a practice with a partner of mine, but he has since retired. I knew that he only had a few years to go when we went into business together. I also knew that I would get all of his clients when he retired. That's why I did it. I knew that I would be raking in the bucks when he retired. I'm not stupid when it comes to business, even though most people think women are. Not me, I've got a good head on my shoulders.

Frank, he has been coming to see me for a few years now. He has come a long ways in his recovery. I know I shouldn't be talking about my patients, but I have disguised his name. You won't be able to tell who he is just by reading this. I know that he wouldn't mind me telling you this stuff anyway. He is the type of person who is open and honest with his problems. This is what really happened when Frank came into my office. Just remember, I have changed some of the small details slightly to protect his identity. Nothing else has been changed.

“How are you doing today Frank?” I asked as he laid down on the couch.

“Well, not so good,” Frank explained.

“What seems to be the problem?” I asked.

“I've been having panic attacks lately. I think it's because of my new job,” Frank explained, waiving his hands in the air.

“What about the new job has been giving your panic attacks?” I asked.

“I've been trying to understand that myself. I think it's because I will be doing something that I'm not familiar with. Around people that I don't know,” Frank said as he got up and looked at me.

I looked over his record and I saw that this was something that is usually a problem for Frank. I've treated him long enough to understand how he thinks and deals with situations. I keep notes in his file so I can remember the small details of his life. Stuff I can't talk about here, but I'm sure you understand. Frank is getting married in a few months and that has him all worked up as well. Men are always the ones who get worked up when it comes to marriage. Women, we get upset when we get close to the marriage date also. But, for us, it is much different. Men feel like they are being trapped into something that they don't want to do. Women on the other hand feel like marriage is telling the world how much you love each other. Two very different views from two people who will hopefully be spending the rest of their lives together.

“Have you been taking your medication?” I asked.

“Every day, twice a day,” Frank looked up at me in a matter of fact way.

“I would suggest that you just take things one at a time. Identify what triggers you and how you can deal with it. You need to do this one foot in front of the other,” I advised.

“That makes sense. You are always so helpful to me,” Frank said.

“I'm glad I can help you Frank.” I said as I looked over his record.

Frank takes only one medication twice a day. I have some patients who take up to four pills per day. That doesn't mean that he isn't as bad as they are, it just means that the one pill does the trick for him. Though, chances are he will have to be put on something else as the years go by. That's how this medication works. After several years it can loose it's effectiveness. Sometimes It can be very difficult finding out what medication works the best, but usually after some trial and error I get it right. You have to be patient when it comes to things such as this.

“Can I tell you something without you getting mad at me?” Frank asked.

“Sure,” I replied.

“Your tits look very nice today,” Frank said with a nervous smirk.

“Frank! Why are you looking at my breasts?” I asked shocked.

“Sorry, I was only looking because they are nice.” Frank said as he hung his head.

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