Sanitation refers to public health conditions related to clean drinking water and treatment and disposal of human excreta and sewage.[1] Preventing human contact with feces is part of sanitation, as is hand washing with soap. Sanitation systems aim to protect human health by providing a clean environment that will stop the transmission of disease, especially through the fecal–oral route.[2] For example, diarrhea, a main cause of malnutrition and stunted growth in children, can be reduced through adequate sanitation.[3] There are many other diseases which are easily transmitted in communities that have low levels of sanitation, such as ascariasis (a type of intestinal worm infection or helminthiasis), cholera, hepatitis, polio, schistosomiasis, and trachoma, to name just a few.
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Tara's Fetish, Part One:
My wife Beth comes to me while I'm reading one evening and I see she has a smirky expression on her face. I ask her what's up with her and she tells me it's nothing. I know it's not nothing and poke at her to spill the beans.
"Come on honey. Something has you amused. What's the deal?"
"I was picking up a little in Tara's room while she was in school today and I found some things."
Tara is our thirteen year old daughter. She's a bright and happy young girl, but has recently become a handful since she entered puberty. She's got a friend named Jess that on more than one occasion smelled of smoke, so I immediately thought the obvious.
"What.. She's hiding cigarettes in her room?"
"No, nothing like that. Well I don't know, maybe that too, but I found
“Okay, brat, get out so I can change.”
Charity’s large, blue eyes looked up from the iPhone in her hands. She was sitting on her bed with her knees drawn up to her chest, making her seem even smaller than normal. Her small mouth hung open slightly revealing the dull glint of braces behind full, round lips. A few errant strands of her shoulder-length, straight blonde hair hung in her face that she absently brushed back with a single, delicate, painted pinky. “I’m tired of having to leave my room every time you want to get ready. Go get ready somewhere else.” Charity’s high, lilting voice was laced with a whining touch.
Hunter sighed. “It’s my room, too, Charity. And I always leave when you have to get ready which takes a lot fucking longer than me.” He stood by the door, holding it
This is a work of complete fiction, any similarities to persons living or dead is purely Coincidental.
My name is Greg, I'm 23 years old 6"3 and 295lbs, I'm not fat but I'm by no means in shape. My cock fully erect is a modest 7 1/2 inches.
I've had 4 girlfriends and a few one night stands here and there but my real sexual experience happened two years ago with my younger stepsister.
My father remarried, and his wife brought with her two daughters Margaret and Joscelyn.
They were very young and I never looked at either of them as more than my step sisters but something changed after seven years.
I had just moved back in with my father and stepmother to save money whilst finishing graphic design school and my girlfriend crystal had just dumped my ass.
It was an un
*** Friday: Morning ***
The next morning, I woke up early and got in the shower. The stream of hot water massaged my back, and my senses slowly re-engaged. I didn't feel as guilty about the night before as I thought I would, and I feared that I was becoming too accustomed to the way the two of us were blurring our moral boundaries. Maybe now that Mary-Kate had found sexual relief, the pressure would be off to go any further.
I wondered if perhaps ... Wait! What was that? I thought for a second that I heard the bathroom door open, but when I stopped scrubbing and focused my hearing, the room beyond the shower curtain sounded empty. I returned to soaping myself.
I wondered if perhaps last night had been the first time she had been so intimate with a guy. The way she talked, she see
My mother passed away about 2 years ago. The cancer took her quickly but it was a very sad event and it devastated all of my very small family. She had always been the center of our lives and now she was gone.
It took many of us by surprise that she went before my dad. She died in her late 50s and my father was just topping 90. He isn’t in the best of health but he doesn’t show any signs of slowing down.
No, you didn’t read that wrong. There is a 34 year age gap between my parents. My parents married late in my dad’s life. He was in his early 50s and my mom was a freshman in college. Since my dad was a professor and I was born about 7 months after they got married, it’s pretty obvious how that happened.
I grew up an only child in a wonderful home. My parents fought. A lot. But ev