Author's Foreword: Once again the BTBers will be pissed, and I continue to try to reduce the complexity of what I want to say without the story coming across as trite. These people do not live next door and there is no hot sex, as usual. ***** Gerald Sudbeck pulled off the divided highway and turned down a state highway towards a neighboring town near the...
Storming out of the lecture hall, sickened by these spoiled rotten racists and their so-called "open-minds", I catch a taxi and speed away from this establishment of higher learning. Talking to the Jamaican taxi driver, I inquire: "What is it with these people?" He looks back, laughs and our eyes meet touching with a look of displacement, two people far from...
At two p.m. on the usual sunny winter day in Los Angeles I responded to a 252, a purse snatch outside of a coffee shop. The victim was a stunning brunette. The kind that out of uniform would have probably reduced me to a bumbling idiot, but with the badge on my chest I took down her information with a detached assuredness. Her description was pretty vague; A...
It was one of the nastier periods of my life, but it came with a silver lining. Recently separated, I had moved in to an apartment. And Even if it wouldn't have made Playboy's list of the top 100 hippest bachelor pads, it did have a big bed, a big screen TV, and a refrigerator big enough to hold my stash of Gray Goose, a generous supply of Sierra Nevadas, an...
"You suck as a best friend!" Kim shouted at me. He was so pissed. I had gone and started dating someone and now I must be punished. I didn't understand. He'd dated for the entire 9 years we knew each other. "I look out for you, and this is how you repay me!?" He was actually kind of cute when he was mad. His fangs descended and he began to lisp. It only...
Robert sat in the dark inner room that Chilo had given over for his mother's use to sleep in and waited on her to awaken from her daytime slumber. She had been out later than usual, barely beating the dawn back to the Villa. She had fallen immediately into a deep torpor as soon as she got into the room. He had been awake for about forty-five minutes, as was...
The time was 1995 and the place was a sleepy suburb of Albany, New York. He was a bored man in his mid-40s whose wife had taken off with another guy, leaving him with a house he didn't want and a lot of time on his hands - until he started paying attention to the sights around him. ...... Chapter One: Over the hedge. "Empty again," I said aloud to myself...
Ricardo had a bit of the Italian about him, the eldest son of an Italian father and an English mother. He was very popular with the female fraternity wherever he went, his Adonis figure, which he kept well-trimmed by working out every day at the local gym and jogging every morning at first light in the suburbs. His charismatic personality made him the sort o...
At the Hilton, when we identified ourselves, the manager introduced himself, and explained about the room. "The room that opened up is the bridal suite. The couple that had reserved it was caught in an airport during the storm. What a place to spend your honeymoon huh?" He continued as we entered the elevators, "So anyway if you like the room, we’ll give it...
Fiction is titillating to write, but when remembering the author believes. Imagination is infinite possibility that I cannot control and my mind rebels, scoffing: now it's just masturbation, you know that. And so my flights of fancy are ended with the abrupt report of a not-so-distant shotgun blast: my equally uncontrolled skepticism has thus spoken, and has...