Ami shook her head in disgust. What was the matter with her? This was the third time tonight she had lost track of her studies. A natural speed reader, she could usually get through her nightly assignments in a little over an hour. Tonight though, after almost an hour and a half, she wasn't even close to finished. Worse, she couldn't name what was distractin...
It was Monday evening and Jilly was even livelier than usual, giggling like a school girl on the other end of the line as she tried to relate the past few months of her life to me. It had been a long time since we'd spoke and I was looking forward to seeing her again. I brushed my blonde hair across one shoulder and shifted the phone uncomfortably against...
Perfect golden autumn day. Those seven syllables kept rolling through my mind, part of a haiku that was trying to emerge as I raked up leaves in the yard I had known so well as a child. It was, indeed, a perfect golden autumn day, a day that evokes the sweeter side of melancholy, an incomplete emptiness that leaves hope available. I was home again - not my h...
GUY WANTS HOUSEMAID A guy who has lost his interest in sex after two marriages (four children but all taken into legal custody by their moms) who miraculously has retained a fine home and great SUV would like the company of a woman around his age (40) willing to sleep with him but not required for sex. Must cook, clean, do the laundry and mow the lawns whil...
My name is Richard Price, usually known as Ric. I think I must have been about four or five when I first became aware of Mrs.Grace. She lived alone three houses along the street from our house. My parents were quite friendly with her, and were the only people in our street who called her by her given name, Catherine. It was never Cath, Cat or Cathy, but alwa...
Chapter One "Our last order for today: Table number 4- One Salmon Carpaccio, two Vongole, one Fillet Mignon. Table number 28- One Acquacotta, one Pollo Alla Cacciatora, two of today's specials," "Yes Chef!" was the resounding answer. Chef Lodi lifted his gaze from the last two order slips to take a look at his kitchen. Right at the back of the kitchen, bu...
I never knew Momma. From the stories I heard she wasn't much; poor white trash, dirty blond hair (the color, not hygiene), plain features, a bit on the short side. What there was of her looked tired and much older than her 19 years. There was an old newspaper photo of her, but it was lost due to age and handling. Her Daddy was a mean old man who hated every...
What a wonderful weekend... a secluded cabin at an exclusive ski-lodge resort and some very good BDSM workshops and seminars. What more could a lady ask for? They pulled slowly into the covered parking in front of the cabin and he hurried around to open her door and carefully hand her out, taking care that her spiked heels didn't slip on the icy concrete. I...
It was Monday -- again. And, I was facing my usual work day. I spent the whole morning over a batch of sales figures -- I work in accounting -- and then, finally, I rose form my desk and went down to lunch. The usual girls were already there and, as usual, Amy was holding forth. I slid in alongside Minnie and whispered to her, "What in hell is she going on...
My name is Kerr. In the spring of every year after the snow retreats to the high places, I walk into the mountains to peel away the layers of habit and sloth that have accumulated in my head during a winter of work. It's just an annual thing I do. Early this June I started from Cairn Lake with my life in my backpack and headed up, climbing west on the trail...