So, I attended college on an athletic scholarship for basketball. Every black kid's dream, right? After the first year or so, I sobered up (figuratively and literally) and realized that I was not going to be the next Michael Jordan and instead chose to concentrate on my studies, hustling to play basketball just well enough to keep some of the scholarship mon...
It was an unseasonably warm August day, only two weeks before I would start college. The sun seemed unnaturally bright to me; the lack of clouds made me angry, infuriated at the sky's inappropriate cheer. It was a day for picnics and flirtation. Mothers are not buried on such days, I thought to myself. My mother deserved somber greys; the world should have b...
This is a fantasy about a friend who would love for this to happen to him but never has. ***** My name is Robert but everyone calls me Bob. I'm the prosecutor in a small county. Being a small county I do almost everything when it comes to law enforcement. I'm in my late twenties and single. Six foot tall about 180 lbs., rather average looking, single with...
Chapter 1: In which Carol begins her dress code Carol in a a snapshot: She is holding my hand as we exit a building into a brisk summer breeze. Her dress is barely-legal: Too short on her ass by about half an inch, too low off her chest by about two inches. Thin enough to be almost sheer when she enters the full sunlight streaming down between the buildin...
The sheer silks felt strange draped over his body as Shale waited in the guest quarters. Anxiety and doubt alternating as the wait dragged on. When he had been caught stealing from the Lord he feared the worst, but Lord Karmac was remarkably merciful on the less fortunate. When the guards had explained that Shale had been stealing from the pantry to avoid st...
Chapter Two - My Four Horny Friends Now that I remember her and recall her face and her figure in more detail, she was a good looking woman, a huge understatement, and one who haunted my dreams and fantasies for years, after our brief sexual interlude. Even now, remembering her, as I would an old, favorite teacher, I remember her with love, lust, and affec...
Janet Tillman ("Tiller" to her friends) sat quietly in the shotgun seat of Engine 69, her red captain's New Yorker propped back from her sweat and soot-stained brow. GOD I need a shower, she thought as she stared out the door's window at the new Hooter's restaurant that had opened a month ago. A sagging, tattered banner stretched between two light poles in t...
Train journeys have a definite effect on my mood. At the start of the week I can kind of grin and bear the hassle and lack of comfort, but by the end of the week the journeys seem tortuous, making my work days stretch out impossibly long, feeling like I'm walking down a lone desert road and I'll never reach the end. Friday night rush hour. Rush hour? Ha! Th...
The chapters unfold in a sequence of true events from 1966-2005. (Chapter 9) "If Only" (circa-1973-1975) The forty-five minute drive to the seaside village of Newton-by-the-Sea council offices each day wasn't something he looked forward to, but the increase in salary and the positive signs for promotion far outweighed the negatives, so the decision to ac...
It was a simple dream. There were trees. Many beautiful trees. The sun was bright and warm, so inviting as its rays reflected against her bright yellow feathers. She was perched high upon a branch, singing a bright melody, and the other birds around her chirped away in response. The wind began to pick up, so she spread her tiny wings and took flight. The fo...