I'd been online dating for several years and met many crazy cat ladies along the way. On occasion, one or two women presented (brief) opportunities to engage in complete and utter filth. Sandra [name changed for obvious reasons] was one such online 'match'. Sandra and I were fuckbuddies after meeting online. We were adults that met up on occasion for mutual...
NOTE: 5 hours, 4 states, 3 toll booths, 2 major rivers, 1 extremely long interstate highway, and a whole bunch of Mr. Frost's less-travelled roads . . . all are between me and my eighty-year-old mom, who's been suffering from an increasingly severe list of health problems since early last year. I call almost every day and make the trip as often as humanly po...
Raising the Dead, in Spite of the Natural Order: A Cautionary Tale Chapter 3 ***** "Oooh, Iga, come quick, I think I found her!" I exclaim in hushed tones as I pull the tray from the freezer. Iga hurries to my side, and examines the toe tag on the body, "Yeah, says so," she peers around me to get a good look at our prospect, "Something of a looker, too....
It was only when I got off the bus that I realized I still smelled like pussy. It was all the person next to me's fault. He and I, and a gaggle of other people were standing by the swinging doors up front, ready to race outside, when he glanced at me with a look that clearly said "Omg dude what is that tangy, sweaty, moist smell coming off you?" He was tryin...
It was a crisp early spring day, one of many beautiful Saturdays that would grace the people this year. It was midday, and it seemed like everyone was out and about, running their errands, meeting friends and family for lunch, the parks were full of children and the streets and highways were buzzing with traffic. Nothing seemed out of place, it was a perfect...
It wasn't easy to find a place where I could watch all three dealers at more or less the same time, but I managed it, after informing my client that none of my three prime suspects seemed to be ripe for pinning the crime on to just yet. This was going to take some long term surveillance I suspected before one of my suspects made a telling mistake. I had nea...
It had been two years since they'd seen each other. Two years since breaking it off for good after considerable struggle to stop. Neither wanted to end it; but the only thing harder than ending was continuing. The deceit, the guilt, the risk, it had all taken a toll. She'd gone on Xanax halfway through; he'd taken to sleeping on the leather couch in the seco...
I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. I have a rather busy life. I work full time with a fair amount of overtime and two hours of commute per day. (Gotta figure out how to use those two hours to write I think. But dragging my lap top about doesn't appeal to me. And if I write with pen and pad, well...I might not be able to read what I wrote!) I also spe...
Fourteen Lessons from 2014 (and a lifetime) **14. The world may be shallow but you don't have to be.** It does not take five minutes of reality television to leave most people shaking their heads and muttering in disgust. So why does it exist? Because like the old saying goes, 'if you don't stand for something, you will fall for anything.' And these days...
Jake was a nice guy. He really was. Not in that "nice guys finish last" kinda way. Not like a Reddit troll. Just an awkward, autistic 27-year-old who was still hopelessly virginal. Even after reaching out over text and asking a female friend if she'd mind helping him with his "problem" as politely as he could...she'd refused. Ok, maybe he was a Nice Guy (™...