I find nothing ahead of me exciting. The day is dreary, gray, and far too warm to look that way. A storm is coming in: I can see the kohl-black clouds sprawled out across the sky, looming heavily over the fields as I bring the laundry off the line. I wonder if there will be a tornado, if maybe I'll have to go down-cellar. Down-cellar. A glimmer of hope fil...
My wife Nicole is a stewardess. The pay is OK and the hours are pretty lousy. Recently, though, Nicole has been bringing in some serious money. She has started dressing as sexy as she can in her airline uniform. She tries to wear the shortest skirt showing as much leg as she can, and she leaves her neck open showing just a hint of cleavage. Whenever she...
Having some gynecological and stomach problems and suffering from my legs regularly and the fact that I am newly insured to a medical insurance company, I decided to have a complete medical exam with a young doctor who will bill me in such a way that I could save some of the refund insurance money to improve my monthly cash flow. I phoned the doctor and expl...
Chapter 3: Solitude Tasha was in a bad mood after her meeting with the two archeologists. They hadn't gotten any further in their translations. The relics that they had found in Africa last year were gathering dust and those idiots were still no closer to figuring out what it meant. She had been able to figure out more than half of it at first glance, the p...
The twenty-second floor, home to the typists and clerks that peer over the tops of dividers like human veal.One particular calf, a brunette typist with green eyes named Edith Neuwirth, needed a change. She slaved for a soul-less life insurance company, a clown-faced cesspool of depressed and repressed people, some at the end of their ropes, others just out o...
All Characters are well over 18. She's home. I can hear the garage door opener pulling the door up. She had spent the evening with her girlfriends having a girl's night out. Now she is home. I'm glad. I don't really want to wake up and meet her at the door as I'm laying in bed, floating in that luxurious space between not really being awake and not really b...
Chapter 6: Over the Moon in Ecstasy The drugs finally must have put me to sleep, because when I woke up, it was morning in the desert. Dr. Gonzo, my attorney and traveling companion, had apparently been driving through the night. I guess I could have taken over at that point, but I didn't really feel like it. Las Vegas was still a long way away. Our drug s...
~Please note: The lyrics are not mine, they appear courtesy of Norah Jones' marvelous talent~ Back with Jada walking through the dazzling light show of the labyrinth she praises me for my ability to learn how to navigate myself so quickly, and I in turn am telling her about the ghost I met at the hospital and what he told me of the trial I am to face in the...
Okay, I admit to it. I kickbox and I lift free weights. There I said it. Is everyone happy now? I also do some other things that are considered a little more than unusual for a woman to be doing. I admit to those to. It has led to some interesting happenings and strange meetings in my life, but nothing that I can't handle. At least, I don't think that it has...
There is no mercy in the American night. Uncle Gregory used to drink a lot and oftentimes he’d talk a good deal when he drank and he was that singer of the honky tonks and bars and road houses. His life was where lonely men puked up lost souls in the carnage and vapor and steam and the neon of another shattered series of nonchalant and broken encounters of c...