This short story is an abridged depiction of an experience that still leaves me baffled. My wife and I bought a home from an eighty-something widower four years ago. Victor seemed nice enough in spite of the fact that he was selling the home he and his wife had built in the mid-fifties. All was going well with the inspection and closing until a discrepancy i...
I had to turn my eyes away from the penetrating stare of Finn Bergstrum, so I took my first good look at his assistant, Nabil. "Satyr" was the first thought that entered my mind, and I almost was able to imagine two little horns above his ears there. Sharp, swarthy features with that almost sneer of a smile that was close to the edge of presumption and cruel...
I didn't manage to get out of bed and stumble to the shower until after noon the next day. When I struggled down to the terrace facing the pyramids, I found that a place had been laid at a table under an umbrella and a small berry-brown servant was standing at attention there as if everything had been awaiting my arrival. Within minutes a full breakfast meal...
"Gather around," Mel stood before the desk where the story board was placed, "Not many people in the porn industry use story boards, but I do. It helps me develop the camera angles and story line, and how I want the performance to progress. " He picked up a poster sized sheet of posterboard where several rows of comic strip type black and white drawings depi...
My neighbor and I used to kid around about being bi-sexual, although we never had an experience together. We lived in adjoining townhouses in Ohio and both had a procession of nice looking women passing through our lives. One morning, I found an envelope that had been shoved through the mail slot on my front door. I opened the envelope and read the short no...
I was cleaning out the closet when I found a camera that looks expensive. I don't remember buying him this so where is it from. I walked into the bedroom passing boxes and bubble wrap on the way. "Where the hell did this come from?" Bassir was sitting on the floor grabbing a box. I've never seen that box before. It was all black with a lock on it. "Hold th...
(Author's note: This series intertwines with other stories I have been working on that mostly focus on ENM. This particular arc begins before Rorke's arc but advances during Avery's arc and possesses an LGBT quality as it speaks through a different perspective. If neither of those things interest you don't have to read. I hope you enjoy!) ***** Very nice t...
Chapter 9: T-shirt and a Teddy Bear The wind was bitter across my face as I walked across campus back to my dorm. I pulled the drawstring tighter, trying to further protect my wind burned face. The sidewalks had been shoveled, but were slick with the compacted snow, turning them into a slick ice trail. I kept my head down, shielded from the wind. My phone w...
**Station 4: The Hot Seat** Adam walked down the dark and narrow pathway and arrived upon a metal door. He reached out for the metal handle on the door and opened it, revealing nothing but darkness inside. He stepped into the room apprehensively, and the door behind him automatically shuts itself, leaving Adam in pitch darkness. Adam stretched out his han...
Her Dad wanted to speak to me in the garage. I said "OK" and headed to the door between the house and the garage. "Not that one," he said "the detached garage across the yard." As we both exited the house and crossed the grass I had no idea what to expect but I was nervous. Her Dad was quite an imposing intimidating figure at 6'3". He was a Marine and all...