*Historical Holiday Short Story!
One particular Sunday was the eve of Christmas Eve of 1945. The lonely young ladies delved deeper into the details of their bygone love lives. Enriched by the joy of the season, they casually talked of their husband's techniques in the sack. They giggled and laughed at the 'First Time' accidents and ecstasies. Yet, one common factor filled every love story. None of their brave and handsome young husbands was truly inexperienced. Somehow, each musclebound jock knew how to treat a lady in the bedroom.
The conversation could not end there, as the afternoon waned and the sun began to descend. The young women desperately compared more intimate notes from their mental diaries. There were several smooth moves that each separate husband did exactly the same. Certain key phrases meant to peak a virginal bride's ardor. But how could they behave like the same lover, unless they had the same teacher?
Suddenly, the group received an epiphany of sorts. The face of a beautiful woman sprang up before their spiritual eyes. Her name was Miss Annie. The town harlot was a notorious lover of all men. Everyone knew her incredible story.
One particular Sunday was the eve of Christmas Eve of 1945. The lonely young ladies delved deeper into the details of their bygone love lives. Enriched by the joy of the season, they casually talked of their husband's techniques in the sack. They giggled and laughed at the 'First Time' accidents and ecstasies. Yet, one common factor filled every love story. None of their brave and handsome young husbands was truly inexperienced. Somehow, each musclebound jock knew how to treat a lady in the bedroom.
The conversation could not end there, as the afternoon waned and the sun began to descend. The young women desperately compared more intimate notes from their mental diaries. There were several smooth moves that each separate husband did exactly the same. Certain key phrases meant to peak a virginal bride's ardor. But how could they behave like the same lover, unless they had the same teacher?
Suddenly, the group received an epiphany of sorts. The face of a beautiful woman sprang up before their spiritual eyes. Her name was Miss Annie. The town harlot was a notorious lover of all men. Everyone knew her incredible story.
