It was boring...damn it was boring. I'd been a college professor, for God's sake. A Ph-fucking-D in American Literature & Writing. So what the hell was I doing teaching at Our Lady Of Mercy high school? Well, to make a long story short, it was money. Universities don't pay assistant professors worth a damn and OLM (Old Laid Maids, to the cognoscenti), a cons...
[Movie review with possible spoilers.] The future has arrived 2019 is the setting of the original 1982 Blade Runner. While don't have replicants or flying cars yet, we do have something that Deckard probably didn't: unlimited access to every kind of pornography imaginable. If I'm in the mood for it, I could sit in Bryant Park on a sunny afternoon and link...
I had a great time with Josie and her daughter that evening. We did family kind of things, they met my little dog, played with her and got to know her, I made a salad, we ordered pizza, and we watched some kids/family movies together - but no Disney princesses. When her daughter got tired, I put her in my guest bedroom for the night, and later on, Josie join...
The thing about insomnia is, your time isn't even time anymore. Even though you get the same ration of hours, or even a couple extra, they're an inflated foreign currency: you can't buy nothing worth shit with them. I always drift into it, in cycles. I'll have a good week, waking and sleeping like a model citizen, Ben Franklin style. Up at six, bed by nine....
My name is Annie; my nickname is Spankin Annie, we will be described this nickname as my story continues. I am an attractive buxom, quite curvaceous single woman in my early 30's. I have big long red curly hair, dark skin, plump cheeks and deep sexy blue eyes. I'm a white, 5'7" tall woman with a DD breast size, my measurements are 46-34-38 and I weigh roughl...
Father Brown had nothing like the famous Chestertonian character. He was quite young yet, he was not an Englishman, and his face absolutely did not remind the Norfolk dumplings. If it remembered something, it was the wind and the sea of the Aran Islands. A place the priest-detective would have found uncomfortable, but he was nostalgic about it. Especially si...
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"These pork chops are too dry again!" came Father O'Connor's grizzled old baritone voice from the dining room of the rectory. "Why do you always overcook the meat? What's wrong with you? Did your mother never teach you how to cook a decent dinner?" Joan rolled her eyes. If the seventy-three year old priest did not appreciate her culinary efforts, then why d...
Just want to take a moment to thank everyone for their continued support of Cat and Matt's journey. I have been ill so this installment took longer than originally planned. -First thank to M for her editorial help, J for Matt's soul and P for Matt's passion. -To all the people who send me feedback if you want a personal response to let me know. Ms Pie *...
It was a Tuesday night in January. My name is Anna Maria. My stage name is Bosco—because my skin is chocolaty smooth like the old chocolate syrup drink they used to sell in New Jersey. I'm a stripper. I currently dance at a place called Sky Dive near Chicago. My mom was Italian. My dad was black. I take after my mom in lots of ways. Mom raised me Catholic. I...