Sorry for your lost. Hope sister overcome her very challenging life long problem.. Hope mom can get some R &R . For you hope all is well. Thoughts for you and your family
sorry to hear about how rough things are. I hope everything turns around. You are one of the best writers on the site and I hope to read more as you can. thanks for sharing.
by
Anonymous03/09/16
I too, am sorry for your loss
And just as sorry for the loss of your nose. Cancer is nothing the sneeze at (sorry, I hope you understand!) but skin cancer is sometimes looked at deferentially. However, I felt compelled to reply to your story.
I was the stupid husband coming home early after we broke down. I'm a heavy equipment operator. My main boom cylinder went out and I could no longer operate the shovel I ran. It was going to take a couple days to rebuild and replace the cylinder. Excited for a couple day off mid-week, my plan was to race home to my 32 year old wife and take her fishing. She was a beast when it came to pounding the water with her rod and line.
Yup, I shouldn't have appeared home early. There was no vehicle parked outside and I simply walked in from the garage, expecting Annie to be watching her favorite soaps. Nope, I could hear noises from our bedroom so I went to investigate, hoping she was unknowingly warming herself up for me. Unfortunately, I peeked in to find yes, she was warmed up, but no for me. One of my best friends was between her thighs pumping away. Hurrying back to the living room, I retrieved two items. My cell phone, set to video and my Glock. Tom knew me well and would understand his life was on the line.
Cracking the door open a little, I began to videotape. I won't bore you with the inarticulate drivel, but I did catch very well, it wasn't their first time and neither could wait for the next. Waiting until the money shot to catch on camera, I was shocked when he didn't pull out and shoot it on her belly, instead, he filled her cervix and womb. Annie had told me time was running out for us and we needed to start a family before she was too old and only a few weeks before, had made a big production of throwing out her two week remaining supply of pills.
After he finished dumping his load inside, I shut off the video and switched to photos, As I began snapping them, I stepped into the room, yet it was a few moments before either noticed me. When they did, the shouting, crying and screaming began. Putting my phone away, I stood holding my 9mm and glared at them both. My wife actually hid beneath the same blankets from my eyes, as her paramour.
Tom began to beg for his life. I let him go on and on, barely able to hear him above Annie's caterwalling. When I didn't answer any of their entreaties, he crept out of bed with a very soft but large cock swinging, I swung my gun toward it. He saw where I was aiming and began to scream and cry. Who knew that big pussy had such a giant fucking dong? Other than his wife and mine, of course. I suppose my reaction could be best described as sneering when I dropped the gun. The point had been taken.
After he dressed, with Annie still hiding, I continued to block his escape and he became even more uncomfortable. As yet, I hadn't said a word or responsed to either of them. Finally, he asked if I would move and let him leave, followed by please don't tell his wife. I finally broke my silence at that point and told him to follow me to the living room. Actually, I followed him and to his credit, Tom didn't try and bolt. He knew what I could do with a gun, we have served together and served two tours in Afghanistan.
My first question was how long. Before he could answer, I mentioned I was going to cross examine my beloved and if the two stories didn't jive, he wasn't going to live long. He didn't know the extent to how badly he shocked me when admitting they had been fucking for almost a year, two sometimes three times each week. Sliding my gun into my waistband, I took my phone out and did some quick calculations and came up with, going by 2.5 times each week, with 130 times he had fucked my wife. He hung his head in shame when I mentioned the number.
Then I multiplied it by $50 since he admitted they almost always had only one session per 'session' and came up with $6500 he owed me. Of course he leapt to his feet in outrage, aghast that I would think of such a thing. His words, "that makes Annie out to be a whore." That made me laugh and I also heard a gasp behind me, my whore had heard the entire interchange. I knew he kept a blank check in his wallet and told him to made it out payable to me and that I would be cashing it the same day. If it wasn't good (he had money) or he balked, I was driving straight to his house and let both his wife and two young children watch a video I took.
After he made the check out and hoped to leave, I said I'd expect to see him at my house three times each week and he would be billed accordingly, whether he showed or not. He was welcome to bang Annie all he wanted those three times, but he WOULD be billed and he WOULD pay me. There were two alternative for him, one was feeding worms and the other was his wife and mine would sit down and watch a certain video and watch a slide show. He left, understanding I was serious and he would be paying me $600 per month.
Annie was outraged and in tears both after Tom left. Rather than listen, I gathered up my fishing equipment and hooked my boat trailer up. I didn't speak to her or even acknowledge she was there. When I returned later that evening with a nice steelhead, I cut off enough for me for dinner and wrapped the rest and froze it. She had left dinner out for me, but I ignored it and cooked my own.
Tom was required to stop by each Friday evening after work and drop off my $150. The first week, he basically threw it at me and ran. By the end of the first month, he was sneering at me. By the third month, he had to mention it was cheaper than buying a whore. Annie heard it and flinched, but I just smiled and told him he was still buying a whore, just that she was a cheap whore. I figured it was a bargain and let them both know. Were they fucking? Don't know and don't care, although when Annie tried to talk with me, she swore she wasn't. However, after seeing no birth control pills in the bathroom cabinet, I searched her bedroom (yes, I moved into the spare room) and found a box under the bed filled with a couple dozen condoms. Remembing a story I read on Lit a few years back, I took out a pin and poked two holes in each one, laughing when I put them away.
I could tell something was wrong after the fourth month. Annie finally came to me and admitted she was pregnant finally and it had to be my child. I looked up from the computer I was using and simply laughed at her. Taking out my phone, I sent out a mass text to all our friends and family, including hers, telling them all the happy news! She didn't know what I did but within minutes her phone started ringing. Her parents were the first. I guess she had planned on an abortion but when I sprung my trap, she was locked in.
Cutting to the ending, I not only divorced her after DNA tests proved I wasn't the father, but after it was final, I still sent the tape and photos to Tom's wife, now ex-wife. I saw him just the other day and asked him if that pussy was any cheaper, now that he was divorced? He came toward me but when I opened my coat and he saw my Glock (yes I would have killed him in self defense, he destroyed my family) that was the last time I saw him. He moved soon afterward and I heard his kids rarely ever heard from him. His wife? She remarried and both she and the kids are happier than I've ever seen.
Annie? She still lives at home with her parents, raising a half white and half black daughter. You see, as an Ethiopian, Tom was blacker than the night. There was really no paternity test needed, but the court mandated it. She fattened up pretty good during her pregnancy and the last time I saw her walking down the street, she had put on more.
Me? It's been almost six years ago and I'm remarried. This is my wife's first marriage and she is everything I thought Annie was. We have two kids now, one starting to talk, the other we're hoping begins crawling soon.
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Anonymous03/09/16
Love the way your mind works . . .
Good to have you back. I wish you ease and clarity in that other part of your life. Know that your writing has been a fine gift, generously given. Thank you.
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Anonymous03/09/16
Great job as always.
Hope all goes well with your surgery and your new proboscis is even more handsome than the old one!
It made great use of the North Carolina situation and the truthfulness of his two year period after the divorce when he didn't date.
I have made the mistake in a couple of stories of having the wronged spouse quickly finding love again. The reality is if you are cheated on, you ain't gonna date for a long while. Well, that's what happened to me.
My best wishes to you and your mother and the rest of your family.
The way he asked her what she Thought her Pussy was worth. and then proceeded to lay out the Rest. By the time he was done with her you would have thought Jimmyjam would have been at least a 40 watt bulb instead of 15 watt lol.
btw sorry for your loss .
You have my thoughts and prayers for you and your family. My wife has been dealing with cancer for the last year. I know what you have been going through. That said I loved the story. A great little twist this time. Looking forward to more from you. You are one of my favorite authors on Lit. Keep up the the great stories, I enjoy them all!!!!!
You have my thoughts and prayers for you and your family. Hope all goes well with your recovery from a difficult time. Looking forward to your next story since you are one of my favorites.
The husband got his and the cheating slut got hers. The kicker of course is that the asshole lover got to pay out a bunch of money for his part in the mess.
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Anonymous03/12/16
Timeo Danaos et dona ferentes
The message is in the message title.
Google Michelakis and DCA, but make sure to read all the lit available and then make up your own mind.
We want you and your stories around for a long time.
With all my positive thoughts to you and yours
by
Anonymous03/12/16
Looking forward to reading more of your work
Feel better soon.
by
Anonymous03/12/16
Hallelujah!
First, Great story! As usual. Second, OY! Health problems, we don't need! But, they caught it! You're ALIVE! Keep writing, Q. It's my best diversion. Thanks for your stories. They're great!
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Anonymous03/12/16
Enjoy your stories, but would enjoy a good health report more! Get working on that please?
Good Luck with your problems and hope for a speedy recovery. Take care of yourself so you and your stories are around for a long, long time. You are one of my top favorite authors. Thank you for the stories wishing you the best.
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Anonymous03/13/16
hope the next procedures all go well
coworker just lost 60% of his tongue and part of his jaw, which they replaced with titanium and a segment of bone from his arm.
i cannot imagine the discomfort and uncertainty he and you face. I hope the septum they create and put into place leaves you comfortably seeing you when you look in the mirror.
thanks for another great read, i look forward to many more!
Short sweet and straight to the point! Great flash story. As to the rest that you imparted to us, wishing you a speedy recovery. At least they caught it in time. As my D.I. used to yell at us, pain has a good aspect, it lets you know that you are alive, because the alternative sucks. My mother got pancreatic cancer. Suddenly one morning she was yellow. A month and four days later we buried her. Personally I blame the doctors, as soon as they took her hope away she lost the will to fight it. So I empathize with you, pray the pain is minimal, and hope that you will keep writing in good health. Just one thing, as it seems that you have your second chance, make sure that irregardless of the quantity of stories you put up here, let your loved ones know that they are loved every single day. May sound corny as hell, but I am serious. Don't let them put you off, you just let them know. Even if they say "We Know" you tell them again and again.
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Anonymous03/14/16
Longer
The longer version is MUCH better. The one you posted at Stories. But then you know that.
I have enjoyed many of your stories over the years. Thank you for all your work and I hope your personal situations improve.
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Anonymous03/27/16
Love your stories,
even your personal story. I pray for your recovery and good health. My husband passed away at 52 from cardiac complications of type 1 diabetes. Life is hard, harder with chronic health challenges. I love your sense of humor in your stories. Channeling wisdom from the seventies, "keep on truckin' ".
When I see a new contribution from you. There are less than ten authors on here that I rabidly follow and you are one. You never fail to entertain or provoke thought. Thanks for your stories and know that you will always get 5* from me.
I thought lost noses were fiction. Anyway, I'm glad they caught it in time. now you really have a face with character. Wear it with pride. You are one of my favorite authors. Please keep them coming. Thanks.
Uh, get well soon? I've had cancer, too, and the usual well-wishes just seemed kind of off-putting to my frame of mind at the time. Thank goodness for my bizarre and rather dark (at times) sense of humor. I labelled the folder carrying the dozens of mailings and bills for my treatment "Ow, my cancer!" And kitties, lots and lots of furry, purry therapy. (Apparently, there is some degree of scientific proof regarding the 25 Hz wavelength of cats purring being conducive to healing).
Loved the story. Some people can be a bit clueless, no doubt.
I'm surprised I didn't comment on this the first time I read it.
Just a lovely little story.
Sorry for your troubles, hope all is well now.
by
Anonymous10/09/16
Great stuff
Just discovered your page, am reading thru it now, great stuff. This one made me laugh out loud. I know it's been a while , but hope all is well with you physically. God bless you.
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Anonymous11/20/16
Thanks for all of your stories!
Another good story - and for those that are critical, a flash story is meant to be entertaining without a great deal of detail. I rate you as one of the best on this site, and while I like the BTB theme, an occasional reconciliation is ok as well. As for the personal side, I'm also a cancer survivor, and I wish you luck in your recovery. Please keep writing and let's hope 2017 is much better!
English
Doesn't feel like a story.
Just a description of a guy winning a btb. Boring.
All the best
I write when I need a diversion from life. I suspect you will be diverting a lot!
The docs will do their best and I am betting it will be enough.
Oh, great read by the way.
5
Nice story!
Hope all goes well for you and thanks for sharing.
Great story... And.....
Sorry for your lost. Hope sister overcome her very challenging life long problem.. Hope mom can get some R &R . For you hope all is well. Thoughts for you and your family
nice story
sorry to hear about how rough things are. I hope everything turns around. You are one of the best writers on the site and I hope to read more as you can. thanks for sharing.
I too, am sorry for your loss
And just as sorry for the loss of your nose. Cancer is nothing the sneeze at (sorry, I hope you understand!) but skin cancer is sometimes looked at deferentially. However, I felt compelled to reply to your story.
I was the stupid husband coming home early after we broke down. I'm a heavy equipment operator. My main boom cylinder went out and I could no longer operate the shovel I ran. It was going to take a couple days to rebuild and replace the cylinder. Excited for a couple day off mid-week, my plan was to race home to my 32 year old wife and take her fishing. She was a beast when it came to pounding the water with her rod and line.
Yup, I shouldn't have appeared home early. There was no vehicle parked outside and I simply walked in from the garage, expecting Annie to be watching her favorite soaps. Nope, I could hear noises from our bedroom so I went to investigate, hoping she was unknowingly warming herself up for me. Unfortunately, I peeked in to find yes, she was warmed up, but no for me. One of my best friends was between her thighs pumping away. Hurrying back to the living room, I retrieved two items. My cell phone, set to video and my Glock. Tom knew me well and would understand his life was on the line.
Cracking the door open a little, I began to videotape. I won't bore you with the inarticulate drivel, but I did catch very well, it wasn't their first time and neither could wait for the next. Waiting until the money shot to catch on camera, I was shocked when he didn't pull out and shoot it on her belly, instead, he filled her cervix and womb. Annie had told me time was running out for us and we needed to start a family before she was too old and only a few weeks before, had made a big production of throwing out her two week remaining supply of pills.
After he finished dumping his load inside, I shut off the video and switched to photos, As I began snapping them, I stepped into the room, yet it was a few moments before either noticed me. When they did, the shouting, crying and screaming began. Putting my phone away, I stood holding my 9mm and glared at them both. My wife actually hid beneath the same blankets from my eyes, as her paramour.
Tom began to beg for his life. I let him go on and on, barely able to hear him above Annie's caterwalling. When I didn't answer any of their entreaties, he crept out of bed with a very soft but large cock swinging, I swung my gun toward it. He saw where I was aiming and began to scream and cry. Who knew that big pussy had such a giant fucking dong? Other than his wife and mine, of course. I suppose my reaction could be best described as sneering when I dropped the gun. The point had been taken.
After he dressed, with Annie still hiding, I continued to block his escape and he became even more uncomfortable. As yet, I hadn't said a word or responsed to either of them. Finally, he asked if I would move and let him leave, followed by please don't tell his wife. I finally broke my silence at that point and told him to follow me to the living room. Actually, I followed him and to his credit, Tom didn't try and bolt. He knew what I could do with a gun, we have served together and served two tours in Afghanistan.
My first question was how long. Before he could answer, I mentioned I was going to cross examine my beloved and if the two stories didn't jive, he wasn't going to live long. He didn't know the extent to how badly he shocked me when admitting they had been fucking for almost a year, two sometimes three times each week. Sliding my gun into my waistband, I took my phone out and did some quick calculations and came up with, going by 2.5 times each week, with 130 times he had fucked my wife. He hung his head in shame when I mentioned the number.
Then I multiplied it by $50 since he admitted they almost always had only one session per 'session' and came up with $6500 he owed me. Of course he leapt to his feet in outrage, aghast that I would think of such a thing. His words, "that makes Annie out to be a whore." That made me laugh and I also heard a gasp behind me, my whore had heard the entire interchange. I knew he kept a blank check in his wallet and told him to made it out payable to me and that I would be cashing it the same day. If it wasn't good (he had money) or he balked, I was driving straight to his house and let both his wife and two young children watch a video I took.
After he made the check out and hoped to leave, I said I'd expect to see him at my house three times each week and he would be billed accordingly, whether he showed or not. He was welcome to bang Annie all he wanted those three times, but he WOULD be billed and he WOULD pay me. There were two alternative for him, one was feeding worms and the other was his wife and mine would sit down and watch a certain video and watch a slide show. He left, understanding I was serious and he would be paying me $600 per month.
Annie was outraged and in tears both after Tom left. Rather than listen, I gathered up my fishing equipment and hooked my boat trailer up. I didn't speak to her or even acknowledge she was there. When I returned later that evening with a nice steelhead, I cut off enough for me for dinner and wrapped the rest and froze it. She had left dinner out for me, but I ignored it and cooked my own.
Tom was required to stop by each Friday evening after work and drop off my $150. The first week, he basically threw it at me and ran. By the end of the first month, he was sneering at me. By the third month, he had to mention it was cheaper than buying a whore. Annie heard it and flinched, but I just smiled and told him he was still buying a whore, just that she was a cheap whore. I figured it was a bargain and let them both know. Were they fucking? Don't know and don't care, although when Annie tried to talk with me, she swore she wasn't. However, after seeing no birth control pills in the bathroom cabinet, I searched her bedroom (yes, I moved into the spare room) and found a box under the bed filled with a couple dozen condoms. Remembing a story I read on Lit a few years back, I took out a pin and poked two holes in each one, laughing when I put them away.
I could tell something was wrong after the fourth month. Annie finally came to me and admitted she was pregnant finally and it had to be my child. I looked up from the computer I was using and simply laughed at her. Taking out my phone, I sent out a mass text to all our friends and family, including hers, telling them all the happy news! She didn't know what I did but within minutes her phone started ringing. Her parents were the first. I guess she had planned on an abortion but when I sprung my trap, she was locked in.
Cutting to the ending, I not only divorced her after DNA tests proved I wasn't the father, but after it was final, I still sent the tape and photos to Tom's wife, now ex-wife. I saw him just the other day and asked him if that pussy was any cheaper, now that he was divorced? He came toward me but when I opened my coat and he saw my Glock (yes I would have killed him in self defense, he destroyed my family) that was the last time I saw him. He moved soon afterward and I heard his kids rarely ever heard from him. His wife? She remarried and both she and the kids are happier than I've ever seen.
Annie? She still lives at home with her parents, raising a half white and half black daughter. You see, as an Ethiopian, Tom was blacker than the night. There was really no paternity test needed, but the court mandated it. She fattened up pretty good during her pregnancy and the last time I saw her walking down the street, she had put on more.
Me? It's been almost six years ago and I'm remarried. This is my wife's first marriage and she is everything I thought Annie was. We have two kids now, one starting to talk, the other we're hoping begins crawling soon.
Love the way your mind works . . .
Good to have you back. I wish you ease and clarity in that other part of your life. Know that your writing has been a fine gift, generously given. Thank you.
Great job as always.
Hope all goes well with your surgery and your new proboscis is even more handsome than the old one!
Enjoyed it
Thanks for the offering.
Another 5* story
It made great use of the North Carolina situation and the truthfulness of his two year period after the divorce when he didn't date.
I have made the mistake in a couple of stories of having the wronged spouse quickly finding love again. The reality is if you are cheated on, you ain't gonna date for a long while. Well, that's what happened to me.
My best wishes to you and your mother and the rest of your family.
Loved
The way he asked her what she Thought her Pussy was worth. and then proceeded to lay out the Rest. By the time he was done with her you would have thought Jimmyjam would have been at least a 40 watt bulb instead of 15 watt lol.
btw sorry for your loss .
Fantastic Story
You have my thoughts and prayers for you and your family. My wife has been dealing with cancer for the last year. I know what you have been going through. That said I loved the story. A great little twist this time. Looking forward to more from you. You are one of my favorite authors on Lit. Keep up the the great stories, I enjoy them all!!!!!
Thanks
You have my thoughts and prayers for you and your family. Hope all goes well with your recovery from a difficult time. Looking forward to your next story since you are one of my favorites.
Loved the story
Thanks for the great read. All the best in your personal battle.
Awesome
Loved it like all of this author's work. Looking forward to more soon.
Loved the story!
The husband got his and the cheating slut got hers. The kicker of course is that the asshole lover got to pay out a bunch of money for his part in the mess.
Timeo Danaos et dona ferentes
The message is in the message title.
Google Michelakis and DCA, but make sure to read all the lit available and then make up your own mind.
We want you and your stories around for a long time.
With all my positive thoughts to you and yours
Looking forward to reading more of your work
Feel better soon.
Hallelujah!
First, Great story! As usual. Second, OY! Health problems, we don't need! But, they caught it! You're ALIVE! Keep writing, Q. It's my best diversion. Thanks for your stories. They're great!
Enjoy your stories, but would enjoy a good health report more! Get working on that please?
Best wishes.
All the best to you.
Good Luck ...Oh, And A Good Story!
Good Luck with your problems and hope for a speedy recovery. Take care of yourself so you and your stories are around for a long, long time. You are one of my top favorite authors. Thank you for the stories wishing you the best.
hope the next procedures all go well
coworker just lost 60% of his tongue and part of his jaw, which they replaced with titanium and a segment of bone from his arm.
i cannot imagine the discomfort and uncertainty he and you face. I hope the septum they create and put into place leaves you comfortably seeing you when you look in the mirror.
thanks for another great read, i look forward to many more!
RA
Loved it
Short sweet and straight to the point! Great flash story. As to the rest that you imparted to us, wishing you a speedy recovery. At least they caught it in time. As my D.I. used to yell at us, pain has a good aspect, it lets you know that you are alive, because the alternative sucks. My mother got pancreatic cancer. Suddenly one morning she was yellow. A month and four days later we buried her. Personally I blame the doctors, as soon as they took her hope away she lost the will to fight it. So I empathize with you, pray the pain is minimal, and hope that you will keep writing in good health. Just one thing, as it seems that you have your second chance, make sure that irregardless of the quantity of stories you put up here, let your loved ones know that they are loved every single day. May sound corny as hell, but I am serious. Don't let them put you off, you just let them know. Even if they say "We Know" you tell them again and again.
Longer
The longer version is MUCH better. The one you posted at Stories. But then you know that.
Always a good tale...
definitely another Five Stars!
Fingers crossed
I have enjoyed many of your stories over the years. Thank you for all your work and I hope your personal situations improve.
Love your stories,
even your personal story. I pray for your recovery and good health. My husband passed away at 52 from cardiac complications of type 1 diabetes. Life is hard, harder with chronic health challenges. I love your sense of humor in your stories. Channeling wisdom from the seventies, "keep on truckin' ".
The sun always shines
When I see a new contribution from you. There are less than ten authors on here that I rabidly follow and you are one. You never fail to entertain or provoke thought. Thanks for your stories and know that you will always get 5* from me.
God be with you!
That's all I want to say.
You just appeal to the burn the bitch brigade
Writing by numbers *
5
to offset the asshole of LIT's 1
Tyrion!
I thought lost noses were fiction. Anyway, I'm glad they caught it in time. now you really have a face with character. Wear it with pride. You are one of my favorite authors. Please keep them coming. Thanks.
Well Deserved 5 Stars
Why do cheaters believe THEY deserve the second chances they denied their spouses?
Great story
I enjoyed this story immensely, You are a great yarn teller!! It's a gift keep it up.
Sorry to hear of your troubles. Hope you come out well at the other end!!
Yowietoo wrote this I'm just too lazy to log in
Yeah
Great tale. I don't know how I missed this. Tremendous revenge and a happy ending. Hope things are better for you. Take care.
That was fun
Uh, get well soon? I've had cancer, too, and the usual well-wishes just seemed kind of off-putting to my frame of mind at the time. Thank goodness for my bizarre and rather dark (at times) sense of humor. I labelled the folder carrying the dozens of mailings and bills for my treatment "Ow, my cancer!" And kitties, lots and lots of furry, purry therapy. (Apparently, there is some degree of scientific proof regarding the 25 Hz wavelength of cats purring being conducive to healing).
Loved the story. Some people can be a bit clueless, no doubt.
Humor
Hang in there ol' Bean. Thoroughly enjoy your tales. Get well and stay there, lad. Ciao.
Diabetes
Liked your story. Sorry about your issues. I am also diabetic and the following helped.
book from Dr. Hyman in England called Blood Sugar Solution - 10 day detox. Dropped my fasting blood sugar 100 points with no medication.
Second, found study that showed Metformin causes vitamin B12 deficiency. I have been taking B12 last 3 days and neuropathy is much better. Go figure.
Very Sweet
I'm surprised I didn't comment on this the first time I read it.
Just a lovely little story.
Sorry for your troubles, hope all is well now.
Great stuff
Just discovered your page, am reading thru it now, great stuff. This one made me laugh out loud. I know it's been a while , but hope all is well with you physically. God bless you.
Thanks for all of your stories!
Another good story - and for those that are critical, a flash story is meant to be entertaining without a great deal of detail. I rate you as one of the best on this site, and while I like the BTB theme, an occasional reconciliation is ok as well. As for the personal side, I'm also a cancer survivor, and I wish you luck in your recovery. Please keep writing and let's hope 2017 is much better!
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