Short Story: Shelly Vs. Devasquez

Miss Hartick had devised a special detention. She almost regretted the way she had supported Shelly since it turned out to be so difficult. That difficulty was why she had to do it though. She had to teach the boys that the girls were their equals. She had meant to keep it professional and somewhat private, but the boys couldn’t seem to cooperate. They all refused to act casual. They wanted to keep Shelly from doing her job. Miss Hartick had to force them past the sexist barriers that kept their clothes on. If that meant taking things farther than she planned, then so be it.

“Only when their lips are moving.” He looked at her with a sly grin. “Present company excepted.”

In addition, Wheeler illustrates how the focus on Isabel’s crying eyes attracts the viewers as well as the space. According to Wheeler, “the space between Bermudez and her daughter is one of the photograph’s dominant features” (Wheeler 146). On the other hand, in

“I know what it looks like. However, what has me confused are these other rumors of you being seen out last evening with the actor Kyle Lewis. He may not be in our social circle, but he is miles above that person with you,” he growled. “AT least, I know he is honorable. Just look at these pictures someone has taken of you?” he chuckled, and held up a

Dorothea Lange knew she had the opportunity of her lifetime. She was still going to fulfill her contract in a unique and outstanding way and as it turns out it really did become the opportunity of her life. This photograph became one of the most

“Well, Miss Henley, how would you like to switch your shower for a recording studio?” Anthony asked and her mouth gaped open. He could see the utter astonishment in her face as she gulped hard. He could see that she was struggling to breathe with shock. He was suddenly scared that she might say no and he had to think of something to get her to see him again.

She tore the material of the flannel shirt from her body, exposing her naked chest, sumptuous globes of flesh with dusky rose peaked nipples, already hard and begging for his mouth as well as her softly toned--she was a dancer, not a gymnast, meaning not every bit of her was toned muscle--stomach, her belly button ring still in place even after all the crazy events. Thank goodness for the stud. Undoing her shorts, she pushed them down, her skin all sorts of different colors of grime and sweat at the moment but even the dirtiness couldn’t take away from her curvy and shapely hips, the slender of her fit legs, the nail polish on her toes still in tact and not even cracked. For being dirty, she pulled it off pretty

If there was one visual memory that had stuck with Richard through the last years, it was the natural grace of Alexandria's movements, evident again now as she undressed to reveal her body. That latter, he'd also been unable to forget, and Lexi's figure appeared the same to him now as it had back then. Perfect. Slivers of light hit her skin, accentuating the shadows of the hidden beneath panties and bra, and the sight had the man erect before she'd returned to his embrace. "I'll ensure sure it is."

Even though met the strict dress code of her private school, at 5’9”, it seemed scandalously short, her long, lean legs seeming to go on forever. Her white button up top was tucked in, emphasizing that tiny waist. She had come straight from school, but she could have come from a porn shoot, the modest uniform sexualizing her beyond expectations. She nodded to the receptionist, flashing a mimicry of that faked smile, before

“And maybe this is a good thing.” She went on. “Maybe we can get to know each other a bit more until we’re comfortable.”

Dan shrugged, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t relieved. “No, no, it’s fine. Not as if I haven’t been uncomfortable before.”

I, hereby consent to allow Erin Pulitzer, Live’s editor to select the photographs that will appear in Live Weekly magazine, with John Ross, and Charlotte finial approval before being publish in Live Weekly magazine

Sally mann is a famous, award winning American photographer, who is recognised for her potent images of family, childhood, sexuality and death. Sally is best known for her black and white photography, and a lot of her work has been sold at auctions and spoken about all over the globe, and an enormous amount of articles written on her. One of these articles include ‘A Sneak Peek at Sally Mann’s New Collection of Family Photographs’, which was written by Anna Carnick for the New York Times Magazine, and published in 2015.

After her chat with 2FunLovers4U, Heather drove out to the mall in hopes of finding some wardrobe ideas. She knew that Matt had a black leather jacket, one really worn since college, imprisoned in his closet; a simple tee-shirt and a pair of jeans would complete his bad boy look. As she pursued the lingerie in Victoria’s Secret, she wondered how to appear sexy, but without being too revealing. One particular white-lace teddy inspired her, but she when realized it was virtually see-through, she purchased the black version instead. Once she got back in her car, she opened the Pink bag and massaged the silky fabric of the new garment and imagined how amazing it would feel on her skin; the thought caused a shutter of arousal. However, because she had been too embarrassed to try it on in the store, she hoped a number four would fit properly. Heather was by no means an expert when it came to dressing sexy, and because she only wore off-the-rack clothing to work, spending two-hundred dollars on underwear seemed a bit outrageous. Knowing that she could simply return the teddy if she and Matt chickened out, and skipped the party, Heather cruised out of the mall parking lot, on a course toward the intriguing

“Look down at your outfit,” Alice said with her eyes wide. When Jane looked down she almost passed out because of how beautiful her outfit was.