I had worked with Donna for about a year or so; she had been hired to fill in for me while I was out for six weeks after a car accident. They had put her at my work station, and upon my return, she had no other spot to use, so I had gotten stuck with her. At first I couldn't stand her, but as time went on, we got to be pretty good friends. Donna was about 3...
To say that I don't get out much would be the understatement of the century. I am resigned to that, even used to it. Maria was with me for several years, she was a sweetheart but spent most days working around my apartment while I write. The new nurse, Shelly, is much younger so she has piles of energy. Being cooped up for the 6 to 8 hours she is here seve...
The following account is fiction, which is based on the well-documented Legend of Pope Joan, the first, and last female Pope of the Catholic Church. As this story took place in the ninth century A.D., which means of the Christian era; or Year of our Lord, many of the terms are from ancient languages. Words such as slitten, which is Old English for slit, and...
Hello Sue, I'd like to extend my greetings to all of my Raytheon friends who are still working in Fullerton. I sure miss you all! The people I clean for here in El Segundo are nice enough, but they can't compare with you. I had a chance to look around a bit in your new building and I have to admit that it was as clean as can be expected. It seems your new c...
July was just the way she loved it, mid nineties, hot and humid. While everyone in town that morning complained of the heat, she reveled in it. She found it sensual and seductive lying naked in the blazing sun, covered in oil and sweat, her tan glistening. Her beach. She’d found the secluded spot quite by accident. The sand almost a pure white, the water c...
Dear Robert, I have a problem, and that problem is your pants. I'm not going to lie, getting to hang out with a bunch of men in tight pants who honed their muscles swinging swords was nearly as big a draw for me joining our renaissance recreation group as the chance to camp and show off my archery skills. After three years, not every pair of comely buns tu...
The rain was making visibility difficult. He hated driving through these small country roads as it was. With the rain as heavy as it was his journey was taking a lot longer than it should have. He had been on the road for three hours and normally this journey would take four at the most. The rain had slowed him so much he was looking at another hour and a ha...
"So, you've been with another boy?" She nodded, eyes downcast, standing before me in her short dressing gown, hair still damp from her bath. I sighed, and got up from my chair, and walked over to her. She was silently shedding tears, her shoulders vibrating with the effort to keep quiet, but her cheeks soaked and drops falling from her chin onto the dressi...
I gulped as I entered the tattoo shop. I'd been thinking about getting a tattoo for years now and I'd finally worked up the courage to get one and I hoped to god I didn't chicken out. "Hey little lady what can I do for ya?" A well muscled man covered in tattoos greeted me with a southern accent. He was dressed in only a pair of jeans that hung low on his h...
Based on true events with very little embellishment. I wrote this down at the time so as not to forget a moment of it. ***** Super Bowl Sunday, thirteen years ago. That was the day my relationship with my girlfriend of two years at the time, and future wife, Sally, would forever change. She was a beautiful 28-year old redhead with shoulder length hair, 36...