My wife Susan and I usually celebrated our anniversary in a pretty mundane fashion. The last few years we would basically get a babysitter, go out for dinner, stop for a few drinks afterwards and are home in bed by midnight. It was getting somewhat boring and routine for such an occasion but when you're married with children, much of your life becomes this w...
Note from the Author: While most of my stories are largely fictitious, many elements of them are pieced together from real bits and pieces of me, my life, people I've known and places I've been. To name a few examples, I really did use to work as security at a casino in my early twenties; I was a cynical ass like Quinn; I had a female partner who inspired th...
Chapter Four -- The River The app on Tiffany's phone buzzed and she checked it. Stephen Bateman wanted to book her services this evening. She declined his request by simply pressing a soft key. She didn't have time for him tonight, Tina Brinkman had requested that Tiffany come around for a drink. They'd talk about old times and bury the hatchet. Tiffany k...
Jacqueline Bacon slid onto a barstool at Hoppy Daze, Horner Springs' newest artisanal brewery. She looked down at her very slightly worn jeans and deliberately scuffed ropers. Then gazing around the room at the collection of cowboys, students, late season fly anglers, locals and dogs that inhabited the place, she decided that she didn't look too out of place...
When the wife's appetite and need for sex became insatiable and she threatened to seduce my work colleagues if necessary, revealing to them that I was married to a slut and whore, the easiest solution was for me to take her out of town to a place like Las Vegas with is multitude of nightclubs and traveling businessmen where she was free to be an unashamed ma...
For the next hour or so, they relaxed on the beach, enjoying the sun and surf. Eventually, Ben told Elizabeth that Francois, their driver, would soon be arriving -- he smiled and thought that perhaps she'd like to get dressed first? Beth smiled, stood up and pulled her dress over her head. As she fastened the buttons over her breasts, he frowned slightly. "W...
Sometimes, when everything is quiet, and I don't have much going on, I'll crack open a cold beer and sit and stare up at the stars in the night sky. It's at moments like that when memories come back to tease me. I had not thought about this encounter in years. I think I had tried to compartmentalize it and flag it as "do not remember." I failed. As I recoll...
We had a few nights off in a row during the summer. This was something special when you worked for the concessionaire at a major national park that saw millions of visitors a year. We really wanted to make the most of it. Driving down to the nearest city (Fresno) was a drag and the idea of going the five hours to San Francisco was tempting, but something we...
"[S]omebody help me! Do I have to suffer like this, just to buy a pound of hamburger, and a loaf of rye bread?" ― Charles Bukowski "El Loco roller coaster; Adventuredome; the stroke of midnight!" A phonograph perpetually skipping, his mind played the cryptic communication without end. It was imperative he escape this one room cell, and arrive at the rende...
"[S]omebody help me! Do I have to suffer like this, just to buy a pound of hamburger, and a loaf of rye bread?" ― Charles Bukowski "El Loco roller coaster; Adventuredome; the stroke of midnight!" A phonograph perpetually skipping, his mind played the cryptic communication without end. It was imperative he escape this one room cell, and arrive at the rende...