They say revenge is a dish best served cold... And I can't say I disagree with that sentiment. Rebecca Richmond was a slim redhead, weighing about 150 pounds soaking wet. She'd been somewhat of an awkward child at school, with several skin conditions and a few mental tics, but she never let these hinder her aggression. I really couldn't believe that in five...
Monday, 28 August 2012 Aftermath Vic just called me. She said that she couldn't sleep. She said that she couldn't stop thinking about how I looked at the lunch yesterday afternoon. She said that it was all that she could do not to follow me into the ladies room when I'd excused myself! She asked me why it was that I was awake. She said that she was just go...
I am a nun. This is a true story. I became a Christian when I was only ten years old. Even though I was born Muslim it occurred to me early on that Christianity suited me more so, mostly because of the gentleness I perceived within Jesus and much less so in Mohammad. Judaism just seemed far too original. This is not a downplaying Judaism or Islam - only a t...
She sat in her chair and thought about all those years that had passed by. She was 42 years old and it seemed like yesterday when she left her home after her marriage. She belonged to a Pashtun family. Her family had inherited quite a fortune and some land, enough for them to lead a comfortable life. She was a thoughtful child who liked to keep things to her...
Alone in her apartment, Sherry was still shocked. She could not believe what happened a month ago. Her heart has been crushed. She had been drowning her sorrows with the help of her new friend Jack... Daniels that is. She desperately needed help. After losing her child, she would do anything to get her daughter back. The road to start rebuilding her life w...
Walking out of the party early was nothing new. The same people, the same conversations, the occasional new news, two friends drink a bit too much and hook up, hoping no one else noticed their absence. It had become very monotonous to me. I had no excuse not hanging out with different people. I lived in a large city, with numerous possibilities. I had recei...
"So, how did you end up here?" I looked at Rebekka who was sitting on the floor, still exhausted after our first encounter. Her large breasts were hanging down heavy on her chest as she was eating some peaches out of a can, slowly and deliberately sucking them between her luscious lips as she was pondering the question. "You mean, here in this here apartmen...
Call me Ayaan, if you would, please. I see a lot of Muslims shortening or simplifying their names to please Westerners, and I shake my head at such a trend. If your name is Mohammed, don’t let some punk with a last name like Williamson or O’Connell call you Mo, either at work or at home or anywhere else. Make them respect enough to say your name properly. Cu...
I'm touring the Louvre. I have a three day lay-over in Paris, and since it's raining, I thought I would walk through the ground floor of the Louvre, in the rooms devoted to the Middle Ages. Statues of the saints mixed with thoughts of knights and ladies and heavy swords. I had a fascination for this at a young age, and I still have it. I find it restful to...
Like what you see? I asked the short, stocky blonde-haired and green-eyed, decidedly butch gal I'd seen eyeballing me since I walked the Eaton Center that afternoon. Sorry about that ma'am, she said shyly, her butch swagger faltering for a moment. I looked her up and down, taking in the short, spiky blonde hair, the tattoos and the myriad piercings. The gal...