The Wrong Smith Girl - Jack Stratton - ebook
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An emotional tale about Jack and Maggie and how they broke up, but still had to spend the weekend with her parents. Also how sisters can look a lot alike, but be completely different. Excerpt: “You got a tattoo on your back, too?”She nodded, still facing her body away from him, but looking at him from over her shoulder.He moved in and put his hands on her waist. She froze. He touched the edges of her thin shirt.“Can I see?”She swallowed and nodded. Their eyes met. Curiosity, lust.He pulled up her shirt slowly and saw that there were two jet black f-hole, like the ones on a violin or cello. It was a lot of ink, a lot of time. He touched the edge of it and he could feel raised scarred skin.Her back was smooth and her ass curved out from just below his hand.“Wow. You got all this done in the last year?”She moved forward, pulling her shirt out of his grip.“Yeah. I was dating a tattoo artist for a while.”He took her hand and looked at the tattoo on her wrist.“Did they hurt?”She smile. “That’s the best part.”

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The Wrong Smith Girl

About the Author

Copyright © 2010 by Jack Stratton

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They broke up on the train.

Trains push his memories to the surface. Memories of all the trips into the country as a child; all the trees passing by, leaves changing to red and gold.

The city fades fast, faster then you can imagine. It is so small compared to the stretches of country to the Jersey Shore, to Upstate, to Boston and Maryland and DC.

Looking at Maggie, he could see her fighting her childhood memories. At least he wanted to think she was fighting them, hoping they were there to be fought. She had her nose in a notebook, making a list of things to do.

They were going to Maggie’s parents’ house because Maggie’s father was sick. He had a heart attack, but it looked like he was going to be all right. She had a big Irish family and it was expected that a good daughter would come home in a time like this. So Maggie and her boyfriend Jack got on a train from New York to Virginia.

Maggie and Jack had been living together for three years. They had been dating for four and known each other since college six years ago. She was going for her BA in Fine Arts and he was going for his Masters in English back then.