"Patti is sending the limo to pick us up at your place at around 3:30. We should get to Citifield by 4:30 so plenty of time to mingle with the players before the game. How about we meet for brunch before that?" I asked Jaime. "Better idea! I'll make you breakfast. Come by at 11," she responded quite confidently. Nothing witty came to mind quickly to respon...
There is a bandstand on Bridgeton Cross in Glasgow - domed, Victorian cast -iron with coloured enamel panels resembling an umbrella. The Salvation army choir would sing there on Sundays and occasional pipe bands during national events. This was a main tramcar hub till about the mid sixties - the junction of 3 main roads becoming a main artery into the city.K...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
As necessary as it is, I always put off getting my hair cut. I don't know why, maybe it's some deep-rooted, subconscious fear of getting cut or something; a stranger working on my head with sharp instruments just isn't my idea of having a good time. Most of the time, however, a funny look from my boss or a humorous remark is enough to adjust my attitude. As...
He sits on his penthouse suite terrace looking over the city of Minneapolis as it prepares for it Friday lunch hour rush. Relaxing into his chair puffing on his cigar, a smile grows on his face as he glances at his watch seeing that its 11:25am on this Friday the 13th. He knows she'll be anxious to find out what is waiting for her today. She paces around he...
Author's note: This story contains themes of crude humor, racial prejudice, and bigotry. The intention is not to incite, but to entertain. If you are sensitive to these themes, skip this one. If you can handle these themes with tolerance, by all means, enjoy. -- "Aw fuck." Randy cried as the TV illuminated his face in the dark living room. "Catch the fucki...
Note to readers: My story line continues with a new narrator. How did a nice Yeshiva University alumni like me end up in a situation like this? Here I am getting my beard trimmed to almost nothing at a Fort Lee barber shop so that I will look good for my trip to Cairo. I feel like a shipment about to be delivered. I guess it all started with the rent being...
The night party that was to suppose to be held at Lucy's apartment shifted from that night to the next day evening. So it gave Lucy lots of time to further prepare this slut, Sandra for the party. She walked into the living room, casually brushing her teeth and saw the most comical scene she had ever seen till now. The rough and tough teacher, who once brou...
I was posted about 25 miles north of Saigon and served in the US Army during the later part of the War. I had to go to Saigon for a promotion board and do some paper work for my insurance. My little detachment had no admin support so the higher headquarters did all that stuff. Being more than a little in need of a haircut and a shave, I was directed straight...
Come morning Drake felt like he was part of the wooden post. He didn't even know how he was still standing. He heard the sound of boots walking towards him, but couldn't move to see who it was. The person untied his connection to the pole. Drake tried to turn, but his legs collapsed under him as he did. "Whumpffff..." He moaned. Someone guided a water bo...