Chapter One Ollie Slater slams his long body between Mikey and I on the ratty sofa with an 'oomph' of exhaled air. "I'm screwed!" His face is twisted in dismay as he plucks the joint from Mikey's elegant fingers before sucking in a heavy drag. The motion highlights the strong bones of his face, his deep-set brown eyes narrowing as the smoke rises. I'm a...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I had planned on ending this story with the fifth installment, but felt like the story wasn't finished. So, I'm adding this part, with another on the way to finally conclude the story. ***** I didn't even want to go on that stupid field trip in the first place. Well, I did, when I thought Grady would be going, but his grandmother died and...
My girlfriend, Amber, and I returned to my dorm room with a friend of mine, Drew, after a party. We were all kind of drunk, and I could tell Amber was up to something. She usually gets pretty mischievous when she's had a few. "That sure was a fun party. But I don't think the fun has to end just yet," Amber giggled as she twirled around in my room. Drew an...
They stopped at a work house in Denver and picked up Timothy. Another orphan, Timothy had aged out of an orphanage and had gone directly out on the street. A saloon owner had tried him out in his upstairs operation and had offered him a job, but Timothy wanted to work his way farther West, he'd said. So, the saloon owner, for a finders' fee, had written to M...
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"Fuckin' shit. Here, take this. Not a word about the other one," Tom said gruffly, as he shoved the paper bag containing a sealed bottle of vodka over into my lap. In the same motion he was pushing the opened pint bottle under his seat. In the flashing of the blue light bouncing off the dashboard of his Dodge Ram, I could clearly make out the "oh, shit" expr...
It wasn't even my idea to see the trainer in the first place. I'm not a dog person. Never have been. And no, I'm not one of those cat elitists, although to be honest if I had to choose between the two at least cats have the self-respect to leave you alone once in a while. I guess I just wasn't used to the whole thing; the only pet I ever had growing up was...
Like any twenty-two year-old guy whose girlfriend had just dumped him, I was at a bar, drowning my sorrows. I didn't know the bar. Not wanting to run into any acquaintances, I'd picked a dive a few miles from my neighborhood. I'm not much for hard liquor, so I was slugging down beers and spending almost as much time going back and forth to the john as drinki...
[This is a sequel to 'Baring up at the Bar'] Derek had to go and get things ready in the bar so he had get some clothes on and look respectable. He insisted on cooking me a really good meal. "After that performance you deserve better than sandwiches!" he had said. He laid on a fabulous spread complete with wine and candles. The regulars were curious to se...
My handsome, thirty-something lover bought a non-descript, beige Pontiac 6000 four door, mid-size family sedan right off the showroom floor at the local GM dealership when they first came out in late '82 He worked back then in an entry-level executive position for a conservative private corporation and was trying to present a convincing image of straight-ap...