November 1981 Sally Johnson paced the floor at the massive old funeral home where in a few hours her stepfather, Ted Bissett, would be eulogized before being buried at the huge cemetery nearby. Sally was waiting for Ted's best friend Matt to arrive with something that might make the day go a little better. The previous days had been emotionally draining f...
Part 1 of 3: Jimmy is a stoic man who hasn't taken many chances in his life. He enjoys partying and getting laid when he can, but things are about to change. His friends turn lost chances into one-night stands, a lucky coin puts him on the path to sudden wealth, the woman of his dreams seems to be within his grasp, and all he has to do is survive the wrath o...
"Welcome back to the Club, Sue. I've just thought up the most fabulous game for us to play..." *** Jean always went to the Club alone. She was not ashamed, precisely. It was just that none of them understood. She knew that Ororo, Betsy, and even Jubilee went there, but they were just looking for a good time. They'd bought into Emma's snares. Jean, she kn...
Hunger Games Friday night out clubbing is kinda of a tradition, we always start out the night at the same club. On Friday nights I go with my roomie Ricky, we start with a few drinks then we go our own way. "Hey Carla, aren't you ready yet!" Ricky said as he was breathing down my neck, in the bathroom. "Don't fucking start Ricky, I don't want to get into...
Many thanks to Angel Love for editing this story. * My name is Raymond Dahl. For many reasons I'm an average Scandinavian guy though most people would regard me as an unusually lucky guy until I became involved in serious problems. At the age of thirty-eight I had most of what people dreamed about. I was proud to have two nice daughters, a lovely wife, nic...
Jill Barnes paced nervously on the front porch of her large secluded suburban home near Dallas. In one hand, she sipped a margarita, while she smoked a cigarette with the other. Music from the party blasted through the house and into the back yard, and, from the TV room downstairs came loud sounds from a group watching a college football game, the final ga...
Ever since the crack epidemic in the late 80s, the black community has seen some tough times in Washington, D.C. Gun violence, drug abuse and prostitution was a daily occurrence in the streets. It was hard for single mothers since most black men in the hood were getting locked up, strung out on drugs or in prison. They had to do what they had to do to surviv...
I tried to finish this, but it got way too long and seemed to develop a life of its own. So, here is part 2. I think it will finish in part 4. ***** It was Saturday. Marla finished her regular yoga class and was in a hurry to pick up her kids from the play center down the street. She didn't change or shower, but packed up her yoga mat and water bottle and...
14 Sendi and I sat at the edge of a steamy jungle clearing in the mountains forty miles out of Medellin and waited. Our clothes were sticking to our bodies and the deodorant had given up the fight hours ago. The shirt clinging to her body took my mind off my job for several minutes. I had checked and rechecked the camera settings to make sure that when I t...
Laurie stepped into her apartment and tossed her books into the chair nearest the door as she let the door slam shut behind her. As soon as the books were free from her hand, she was peeling her tee shirt over her head and dropping it to the floor. She continued walking toward the back bedroom and kicked her sandals off as she walked. Once her feet were bare...