It is a beautiful Tuesday morning and I am in the last ten miles of a training ride. This started seventy miles ago when I left my apartment to meet my teammates at the coffee shop parking lot. A hard training effort followed by coffee at the shop and then, I thought, an easy ride home. But the effects of the second cup of coffee are upon me and as I ride al...
Reno let himself into the Shinjuku-sanchome, Tokyo, art gallery hallway and quietly went from room to room, running along the left of the hallway from front to back, to make sure that Haruo had closed down everything properly. Haruo's better innings were past him. He seemed to be deteriorating more and more each day. He had suggested that Reno might want to...
WARNING: I tend to use the "n-word" in my stories quite a bit. If you cannot handle reading that word, then this story isn't for you! Remember that this story is entirely fictional and should not be taken seriously by anyone. =========================== "I can't believe I fucking wrecked it." I muttered, slamming my hands down on my steering wheel. I conti...
8===> Meeting the new customer that will change Josh's life It had gotten unusually slow for a Friday night, and Josh had won the who-gets-off-early coin toss, but had to take one last run when three orders all popped up at once and all going three different directions. One thing that was a fact of life in the pizza delivery business was that the customers...
The bus trip was a good nine hours, with all the stops in small towns, between Albuquerque and Phoenix, and it had been a couple of hours after dark before Rick had gotten to the bus station and boarded one headed for Phoenix. The quiet hours of blackness, punctuated by the lights of cars and towns passed bouncing off the ceiling and seat tops of the nearly...
Psalm 55:12-13 I wasn't sure exactly what it was about that Easter Sunday, but I felt blissfully at peace with myself. Something about the combination of beautiful weather, the morning service, the promise of a family brunch, and the familiar scent of white lilies in colorful foil-wrapped pots - which it was my job to pick out from behind the altar every ye...
God, I hate the rain. It pounds against the plate glass windows at the front of the shop, a warm tropical rain that was typical for this time of year. Every late afternoon like clockwork, thick black clouds drift in from the Gulf and dump an inch or two of rain in about an hour. The temperature drops ten degrees, the streets flood, the roof leaks, and an ho...
We had begun building a dungeon in the basement of our 1740s townhouse, had used it a few times, and were acquiring a decent collection of toys and equipment. My boyfriend/partner/lover/husband (I'm never sure which term to use) and I were drawn together in part because of our sexual preferences and predilections; finally I'd found someone who was comfortabl...
Jacob Evans pushed back his plate and leaned back against his chair as he extended Blue a compliment for the fine meal. It never ceased to amaze him how wonderful a cook his brother was. His talents surpassed their mother's, who had taught Blue when he was younger and unable to work on the farm. Blue invited him over at least once a month for a home cooked m...
All characters are over 18. ***** "I've never looked out on the Tyrrhenian Sea before. All in all the beaches of Viareggio surpass those we have visited in Venice. Perhaps we should just stay here longer." "I couldn't help but overhear you, sir," a well-dressed young gentleman, complete with white suit, vest, and white bowler hat and shoes called over fro...