I took one last look in the dingy bathroom mirror of my Strand Hotel room, opening my mouth in a wide, toothy grin to make sure everything was in good order, and then I took a deep breath, muttered a "OK, then, let's do this" to myself, and turned to the door. "Can't keep the general waiting too long." I would have said something to the hotel management abo...
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It was Sunday afternoon. Three days, and I had nothing. Nothing. Nada. Nil. Zero. Zilch. White screen on Word. Asterisks rained on my page while childhood melodies flooded my head: Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing-- nothing, nothing all day long. Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, how do you like my nothing song? I managed to type my thoughts, my desi...
The fog hung heavy over Victorian London this Friday evening, Thomas and Daniel had been working late finishing the accounts for an important client and had finally completed their task. As they left their office, heading for their respective homes, a boy approached and informed them of an art exhibition with complimentary champagne. "Let's give it a whirl...
Prelude: I was watching a video of Samantha Bentley stripping off a black bikini top and tattered jean shorts when the question popped in my mind: How many times had I cheated on my wife? I knew it was a lot, and it was all with guys. But putting a number on it was harder. I thought back starting with the year I got married. Back then, I worked a swing s...
The only sounds in the bedroom of Melody and Charlie Roarke were the click the clock radio made every time the minute numbers changed and the breathing of Charlie's wife. It was torture waiting for Melody's breathing to change into the deep sleep mode, but then again so were these three years of marriage for Charlie. Charlie had tried to make it work at fir...
Since his liver transport two years ago, Daniel Riley had been slowing down on the drinking. Not stopping completely though, but Charlotte, his wife didn't know that. No one knew that every Friday night he would escape to his basement den, lock the door, pour a cup of brandy and listen to music. It was his way of letting go of the stressors of the week. Thi...
I went to college at a small liberal arts college in New England. In high school I was a cross between a jock and an art geek. About 5'11" with sandy blond hair, I played on the soccer and Frisbee teams while spending the rest of my time painting and drawing. Going to a small college let me pursue all of my passions. I signed up for the frisbee and soccer t...
Anything to save her from him Life was good. As police chief of the sweetest little town in the country--we used to say Quiquonia had so many "Qu's" in its spelling because it was the quietest little town in the state--I was in charge of a real-world Mayberry. I was the Andy Griffith--Chief of the Quiquonia PD. The only crime in town was the occasional par...
My second experience with a guy – actually a man – would be completely different and a lot less innocent! It occurred when I was 18. At that time, we lived overseas. My father was an Army Major. He and my mother had divorced two years earlier. She returned to the states with her then lover, while my brother and I stayed in Germany with our dad. My dad had ca...