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Grow Bigger: A Love Story
Sandee Beachee
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-01-31
Grow Bigger: A Love Story About the Author Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgment Two Giant Pumpkins October 31, 2018 I Kissed You in My Dreams January 6, 1975 October 4, 1976 I Am Just a Girl… January 4, 1977 October 31, 1980 February 20, 1980 June 2, 1985 July 3, 1987 September 5, 1987 The Rocks June 2, 1988 December 2, 1988 July 7, 1990 August 14, 2003 September 13, 2003 November 15, 2003 November 20, 2003 Mouthless Molly August 22, 2009 November 2009 November 6, 2009 Fear November 7, 2009 I Kissed You in My Dreams March 12, 2010 April 3, 2010 April 11, 2010 December 15, 2010 I Have Given You My Heart April 6, 2010 April 10, 2010 July 1, 2010 July 3, 2010 July 4, 2010 August 7, 2010 I Linger on My Fingers January 4, 2011 Fear January 18, 2011 Raw and Naked January 20, 2011 My Greedy, Needy, Speedy Heart February 3, 2011 March 2, 2011 My Heart Appeared Boldly March 3, 2011 March 4, 2011 The Bubble June 22, 2011 April 11, 2013 My Nipples Poking Out August 11, 2013 August 12, 2013 August 18, 2013 The Rain November 5, 2013 I Loved It When He Was So Horny for Me November 6, 2013 April 11, 2014 May 11, 2014 July 3, 2014 July 5, 2014 February 17, 2016 February 18, 2016 February 19, 2016 April 2, 2016 June 3, 2016 November 19, 2016 February 4, 2017 February 5, 2017 February 7 to March 6, 2017 March 4, 2017 March 5, 2017 March 5, 2018 April 11, 2018 Orange and Glowing April 14, 2018 April 15, 2018 April 23, 2018 April 24, 2018 Monday, April 25, 2018 April 30, 2018 May 6, 2018 May 7, 2018 May 9, 2018 May 10, 2018 I Have a Sharpie in My Pocket May 12, 2018 I Am Sexy Pumpkin Man I Am Sexy Patty Pumpkin May 13, 2018 Advice from the Internet PumpkinWidow69 A Person from Kansas PumpkinWidow69 – Me WIFEY867 XTASY PumpkinWidow69 PumpkinWidow69 WIFEY867 PumpkinWidow69 WIFEY867 PumpkinWidow69 WIFEY867 PumpkinWidow69 XTASY PumpkinWidow69 XTASY PumpkinWidow69 XTASY PumpkinWidow69 WITCHO87 PumpkinWidow69 WITCH87 PumpkinWidow69 Witch87 PumpkinWidow69 WITCH87 PumpkinWidow69 WITCH87 May 19, 2018 May 21, 2018 May 23, 2018 May 24, 2018 May 26, 2018 May 27, 2018 May 28, 2018 May 29, 2018 June 1, 2018 June 2, 2018 – Nightmare at Midnight Eyes I Have Given You My Heart June 3, 2018, 5:30 p.m. June 4, 2018 Chelsie June 7, 2018 Pumpkin-Pause June 8, 2018 June 9, 2018 – Morning June 10, 2018 – Nighttime June 11, 2018 June 12 Midnight, 2018 June 15, 2018, 2 a.m. Reciprocity June 15, 8 a.m. June 19, 4 p.m. June 22, 2018 – Friday Night June 24, 2018 June 25, 2018 June 26, 2018 July 3, 2018 July 4, 2018 July 5, 2018 The Dance of Love July 6, 2018 July 7, 2018 – Later in the Day July 8, 2018 July 9, 2018 July 12, 2018 July 14, 2018 July 20, 2018 – Later in the Day July 24, 2018 July 28, 2018 August 1, 2018 August 3, 2018 August 4, 2018 August 16, 2018 August 20, 2018 August 22, 2018 August 23, 2018 August 24, 2018 August 26, 2018 August 27, 2018 August 28, 2018 August 30, 2018 September 2, 2018 September 5, 2018 September 4, 2018 September 5, 2018 September 7, 2018 September 11, 2018 September 12, 2018 September 15, 2018 I Am 10 Feet Under September 18, 2018 September 19, 2018 September 21, 2018 September 22, 2018 THE VINE September 23, 2018 September 24, 2018 September 25, 2018 September 27, 2018 September 30, 2018 October 1, 2018 I AM JUST A GIRL October 5, 2018 October 6, 2018 October 10, 2018 October 12, 2018 October 14, 2018 October 15, 2018 October 16, 2018 October 18, 2018 October 19, 2018 October 20, 2018 True Love October 21, 2018 October 22, 2018 October 23, 2018 Two Giant Pumpkins October 24, 2018 October 25, 2018 October 26, 2018 October 27, 2018 I Smothered Him and for That I Am Sorry October 28, 2018 October 29, 2018 – Midnight October 31, 2018 November 10, 2018 November 10, 2019 (One Year Later) Red Glossary of Terms Songs
About the Author
Sandee Beachee is an author, graphic designer, and photographer. She also enjoys family time and taking random adventures to see the sunset. Sandee is passionate about art and loves drawing. One of her favorite things to do is go horseback riding.
Dedication

This book is dedicated to my life partner –
the man I love dearly.
Copyright Information ©
Sandee Beachee (2020)
The right of Sandee Beachee to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.
Any person who commits any unauthorized act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.
ISBN 9781528950008 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781528972505 (ePub e-book)
www.austinmacauley.com
First Published (2020)
Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd
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Canary Wharf
London
E14 5LQ
Acknowledgment
The completion of this book would not have been possible without my fine sense of humor.
Life is totally absurd.
Above all, maintain a good sense of humor.


Dear Readers,
A brief note from the author:
ONCE GIVEN A SEED, YOUR LIFE IS OVER.
Due to the aftermath of the seeds’ long-winded side effects, yes, I am screwed. Just done, my life is done.
I hope you enjoy my book,
Author:
Sandee Beachee
A Good Relationship
Is Like a Garden
It Needs Daily Watering


The events, characters and places in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to real humans or real places is coincidental.


Main characters
Sandy and her love interest, Tommy – Pumpkin-man.
Setting: affectionately takes place in ‘The Patch’
Two Giant Pumpkins
Oh, I want us, want us, want us to be
two giant, giant pumpkin plants,
and beneath our beautiful dark green leaves,
we will create a clandestine canopy.
Here it will be that all lovers meet
and buzz and buzz like honeybees.
My vines will touch yours
and we will hold hands
underneath the tranquil lands.
Oh, we would live so happily,
blended together, our family.
I can be like you – so big, strong, and true,
you can be like me – light-hearted and giddy.
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,
Yes, we will have a great family tree.
So just hold my hand and hold it tight
and as the moon shines
to say goodnight.
Our vines will hold each other even more,
just like the giants of times before.

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October 31, 2018
Wearing the sunglasses I bought in Amsterdam last year, my fake red wig and my dark forest-green trench coat, I walked into the confession booth. I went to talk to the priest today about my guilt or should I say, lack of guilt.
I wanted to confess to him the whole story but about half way through, I asked him, “Should I continue?” There was silence. A long, deep, awkward silence.
“Go on…” he said in a firm, very masculine, loud full voice. I felt his words like a knife cutting into my soul and knew I had done something so horribly bad that he did not want to hear the ending. So I grabbed my red-hot-chili-pepper-colored bag and walked rapidly to my car.
I had tried to literally encapsulate the guilty event in my memory and even used a memory blocking technique to entrap it. But sometimes, like an angry ghost, it haunted me. Memory transmutation was also used to create new memories of that day, which worked most of the time. It was just that the lack of guilt bothered me at random moments, like when eating a cold ice cream cone.
What you are about to hear is true. Unfortunately for myself, I never wanted this to be my story but I don’t think I ever had a choice.
I Kissed You in My Dreams
Last night I had a dream
Oh yes, it was a remarkably vivid dream
I met you, my strong handsome man
We locked hearts, locked eyes and wanted only each other
We walked on a beach in the moonlight with the sounds of waves crashing against the rocks
We sat on the sand and melted our hearts with passion
with the soft warm music of raindrops dancing on the water
We kissed slowly, ever so slowly
with the pounding beat of passion making our hands tremble
We created an energy together that was futuristic in nature
Not a single word was said, not needed
Our synergistic motion mimicked the waves
I woke up soaked in a hot, hot, hot sweat
My body dripping, dripping, dripping
with wet pearls of joy, joy, joy
My heart pounding so fast
It seemed so real, so very real
My slender, athletic, toned body and your strong body
melting together in the rain
I loved every ounce of your soul and sought to make you happy
I ran my fingers over your beautiful face
and rubbed your body sweetly with the water from the ocean
I needed you and you needed me, to please, to love, and to cherish
I kissed you ever so slowly, so beautifully
I wanted to feel your heart
Yes, it seemed so unbelievably real, I thought
I tried so hard to go back to sleep and fall into the dream
but something kept me awake
perhaps the sound of my own lonely heart
pounding, throbbing, shaking
yearning to replicate the pinnacle of closeness
that was felt between all lovers.
January 6, 1975
Age 8, I had a male teenage babysitter with short black hair. Not sure of his name, but he tried to stick his hand down my pants.
“Do you like that, Sandy Lynn?” he said.
“NO! Stop!” I told him again, “Please, stop. Leave me alone.”
I started to scream loudly and told him, “I am gonna tell my mom!!!” He pulled his right hand out of my pants and his left hand out of his pants and ran quickly like a deer out the front door.
I told my mom what happened, and she tried to get him in trouble with the police. I felt embarrassed. I felt ashamed. Questions by po