Return from the Past by Michael D. Young

Author:Michael D. Young [Young, Michael D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781463419448
Publisher: AuthorHouse
Published: 2011-07-28T04:00:00+00:00

Mitchell stood at the baseball memorabilia booth, checking out some of the old card collections. He had always collected Vintage baseball cards, comic books, and old stamps as well.

When he was a young boy, he and Michael would go to the store and buy packs of cards with their allowance money. They enjoyed opening three or four packs a piece, so they could compare cards and chump down on the flat hard pieces of bubble gum that came in the packs. He wondered if his brother was still interested in his card collection, or did he throw them away.”

He felt a light pinch on his butt, and warm breath whisper in his ear. “What a come on,” he said to the beautiful blonde standing behind him.

“Where is your other half,” she asked.

“Actually, I’m alone. Have we met before?”

“Not the way I wanted us to—you know what I mean . . . , Casandra said, giving him a provocative stare.

Mitchell wondered if all the women in this small town around these parts were as desperate as the one that stood before him. He didn’t know how his brother had stumbled on such a best kept secret, but can certainly see why he chose to move here.

The beautiful blonde wore her hair in a long curly mane. She had a curvy, seductive figure and a small waist with the best assets in the back. He green eyes stared into his with a desperately wanting look.

“My name is Mitchell Roland little lady and it appears to me, that you’re just as naughty as I can be . . . .”What’s your name?”

“I’ll be whoever you want me to be, and you can be whoever you want to, just as long as you don’t change your mind about being naughty,” she said, rubbing her finger from his chest, slowing drawing a finger line down to his waist. “If we weren’t here at the fair you would be in a little trouble about now. It’s been quite some time since I last had—.”

“Say no more toots. We can leave this joint right now.”

“As tempting as that may sound, I’m afraid that I can’t just skip out on my daughter like that . . . but you can come by the house later. Sarah will be staying over Rosetta’s house tonight.”

“Mitchell dug into the side pocket of his shorts. He pulled out a pen and a small note pad, handing it to Casandra.

“What’s this for?”

“Put your name, number and address down on it.”

“Oh . . . I see, you want to act naïve about the situation,” she said, with a playful chuckle. “Have it your way—ah . . . what did you say you want me to call you?”

“Mitchell,” he said taking the pen and pad from her after she wrote her information down on it.

“Well, ok Mike—I mean Mitchell—whatever. Just make sure you don’t have second thoughts and chicken out. See you at eight.” Casandra said walking away.

‘Good God!’ Mitchell said, noticing how her booty bounced in her form fitting shorts.

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