We walked into the tattoo shop and I looked at the tattoo samples covering the wall. I had a picture of what I wanted in my head. He knew what I wanted too. He always knows what I want. He went to speak to the tattoo artist. I was looking at the drawings on the wall, but I was watching him. He moved like a panther, deliberate and seemingly at ease. His comp...
Suzy stood outside the large industrial building and hesitated. She looked again at the letter in her hand then pushed the door bell button beside the large steel door. Almost immediately the light over the door came on, then more than a minute passed. The door finally opened and a young woman with blonde hair, wearing a tank top tee shirt and a pair of jean...
----This story is continuation of the "Touch of Heart". Aman and Gloria had wonderful marriage life, and they had a daughter named Katie and a son named Ken. Their daughter was a succub like their mother and their son was shy and always avoided crowded area like their father. He was very weak, fragile boy. He always needed someone around him. And his famil...
Charlene and I met in the 60's, married in the 70's and moved to the suburbs with thousands of others of our generation. We now find ourselves in our late 40's, our children in the process of leaving the nest and we are wondering what happened to our youth. Charlene is one of those girls that got better looking with age. When I met her in college she was a b...
The idea had been brilliant. Fixing the handles to the column worked like a charm. Ann even managed to position the circular pot-holders in a way that they were completely invisible from the outside. Their thin, golden metal band was truly hidden right inside the wood! When Ann pulled the handle down to test the setup, the mechanism immediately snapped in...
*Late Afternoon - Dealing with artists typically involved puzzling instructions. This one had prefaced their date by sending a peculiar email. It was beyond demanding and Lissette had read it twice: --- "Skirt - short - very - Pleats/Catholic School - Red only/school girl look - Sheer blouse/red - see through - Button tightly - at wrists - Bra/none - Pan...
Everything hurts. My feet, my legs, my arms, my cheeks. Just everything. I am stiff as a board. How long have I been standing here? No idea, no idea of time. A few hours I think, it must be. I have to pee like mad. Is it still not time for a break? I can't even wiggle my legs to help me hold up my pee. Voices, I can't hear what they say. Too muffled. There a...
God, I hate Monday mornings...kids don't want to be at school and teachers REALLY don't want to be at school. I'm not even sure how I made it through this particular Monday morning. I am a high school science teacher and my weekend went beyond anything I have ever experienced or could have imagined. I have been a teacher for 10 years now, but my job does not...
Ebony looked in the mirror that morning admiring her choclet skin trying to find the perfect spot for her Daddy's mark. Of course it was his decision where it went. But she enjoyed wondering where it would go. She admired the symbol and name she already wore that bore the name he gave her. His voice quickly brought her back to reality and into the tattoo par...
Damn you Victor! I shot my husband of almost ten years an accusatory glance. Why did he have to mess this up for me? The worst part was; he was doing this in good faith, the sweetie. I mean, how many wives wouldn't want their husband to hire an artist to paint their portrait? But, I wasn't just any wife. Portraits and other art I had solicited littered the...