We wish to thank Terri for her editing and proofing of this story. Also for her rewrite, that added to the storyline and ending to this story. Starting over is rough…. in more ways then one. For a 41- year-old male starting over on the dating scene is rough. Starting over after the death of your wife due to illness is rougher. She had died in January of 20...
Hello. My name is Becky. I'm a thirty-nine-year-old teacher of English, and I'm delighted to testify on the subject of open marriage. It wasn't my mother's bag; but as I matured, my friends and their standards helped me evolve--not revolt--from my Quaker heritage. Actually, in boarding school my sexuality had raged, frustrated and confused, in my petite body...
Fridays at my office weren’t always easy, but this one was. We had just settled one of our biggest cases, a suit brought by a man who lost an arm as a result of another driver who had been undeniably drunk and run a stoplight. The insurance company refused to pay any more than the policy limit, which was simply unfathomable. Our client was a stone mason, an...
1"Just a minute," [the imposter dude] said, and added, "Can't right now. Can't come in here right now." 2"Isn't [the demonstrations dude] here?", {the oval faced blond's} monotonical voice asked. 3"Of course, yes, [this is the demonstrations dude] speaking," [the imposter dude] said, and immediately added, "Don't get pushy. Can't come in right now. Really...
Before the Internet, if you were single and looking to hook up, your go-to source might have been a city magazine. It was mine, a Marylander in his mid-thirties living in Montgomery County at the time. In the early 1990s, columns of single ads filled the back pages of Washingtonian Magazine. Those of a certain age will remember how many of these ads sounded...
Suzanne loved it when Pete worked from home because sometimes, when their schedules aligned, she could be with him when he worked. She made a point to be extremely quiet when she approached his home office area, probably being more careful than needed since his headset blocked most background noise. Still, she respected his career and didn't ever want to int...
I stared at the table, blankly. I glared at the empty shot glass that had contained vodka. "What did I do to deserve this, huh?" The shot glass did not answer. I withdrew into my mind. A year ago, things had been perfect. My wife and I were gainfully employed. We loved each other dearly. Our friends said we were the perfect couple. We owned a small house...
She stepped out of the house into the predawn light, bare feet moving silently, the straps of her heels dangling from her fingers. She made every effort to leave the house without a sound, not wanting to wake the occupant who dwelled within. Her long raven curls, styled so elegantly the night before, hung in a wild mass down her back. Her makeup was smudged...
Clara was an angel, taking care of her husband John who, at the age of fifty, had developed Alzheimer's disease. It was so sad about how the guy she married, who was ten years older, and whom she loved an adored no longer recognised her because his condition had deteriorated in just the course of a year. Clara's friend Joanne, who she'd met way back during...
Marianna awoke with a start, the sunshine pouring through the window warming her body. Keeping my eyes closed, I stretched, unfamiliar muscles screaming out in protest. Wondering at these mysterious aches and pains I opened them to foreign surroundings. The breath hissed out of my throat, my feeling of well being evaporating immediately. I made the sign of t...