"You can't be fucking serious!" "Oh I can be, baby, and I am." He said plainly. "Stephen! I can't wear this shit outside! It's one thing when you and I are playing around in the house, but not out there. What if someone sees me?" "Who's going to recognize you in that? No one. Besides we agreed." "No we didn't agree! You made up the rules and then said we...
Tucker Singleton stopped in mid stride toward the back of the courtroom, making the man who was following him run into him. "Uh, sorry," the man said. Tucker just nodded a distant recognition. Tucker always floated a bit above the normal press of the "little" people. In this instance, though, his attention had gone to the new line of defendants shuffling i...
I'd never been arrested before. I was the goodiest of goodie-two-shoes. But when I found texts from my boyfriend of three years to my old roommate that included dick pics and plans to run off to Ohio together (really? Ohio?) I lost my mind for a brief moment. A half dozen margaritas, three cans of spray paint and slashed tire later and an officer was at my...
Being one of natures untidy people, I have to really try hard to look good if I'm going out. It never lasts long and like any pretense, it shows up soon enough. Also, I carry a lot of muscle from years of working out, not enough so my clothes don't fit but, well, noticeable. So the easiest way for me to attract a playmate is naked. Simple. I love to feel the...
My wife was gone. I had come home to an empty house. The only thing left was the bed that she and I had shared for the last ten years. She had run off with a Wall Street banker and was on her way to Paris to live. That was not a surprise I had known about them for over a year, but they had been at it for well over three. I was pleased to find out she had lef...
Today you were arrested. For murder no less, last night your home was invaded by gangsters, you defended yourself , but the "court" didn't care. However... A young man in a dalmatian styled suit approached you from outside your cell, "hello" he said in calm blank tone, the thin golden zippers on his suit shining in the dark hallway "...
"They say you can survive high school. Well, perhaps not. A homage to slashers, everything Lynchian, high schools, crime and punishment, sex and conservatism, popular culture and romance, this loosely written and casually spun novella takes you into the repressed and the debauched, the murders and the laughs, the families and the friends of a good ole Amer...
I flipped open my Zippo, sparking it, and brought it to the tip of my cigarette. I inhaled deeply, letting the warm smoke travel through my lungs before letting it come back out in a slow exhale. There is something about cigarettes that make me feel powerful, make me feel like I am the ruler of all things, most of all my life. I live for the day I don't need...
My wife was out of town visiting some friends for the weekend. It was Friday, and afternoon was turning into evening. With no plans I thought I'd stay late at work and try to catch up on a few things. About 6:00 a co-worker popped his head in my office and asked if I'd like to join him for a drink. We went to a neighborhood bar, ordered a couple drinks and s...
Dillon looked at the storeroom clock for the second time in as many minutes. Eight o’clock, at least another hour before he could see Jamie. It wasn’t that Dillon minded working until closing. He’d done it more times than he could count. Still, Dillon couldn’t remember ever being this anxious to leave before. He wanted to be with Jamie so bad he could taste...