'I've got to be out of my mind,' she thought to herself. After all these years she doubted that they could just pick up where they'd left off. "Barbara, I don't know if I can do this." a nervous Cathryn said. "Are you nuts?" Barbara shot back. "You're the envy of every fifty-something woman I know!" Cathryn knew she was lucky. For years she and most of the...
An ice storm like this one can cripple a city. Power lines and phone lines were down everywhere. It would take days before the ice would melt enough to open the roads. The world has taken on a strange quietness that is eerie but somehow rather soothing – a nice break from the hustle of real life. I have plenty of food, water and firewood, and an excellent bo...
He was walking through Kensington Wood. His clothing was non-descript: brown tunic, brown pants, and brown shoes. He carried a small animal-hide pouch on a leather cord slung across his chest and a seven foot long staff of sturdy oak in his right hand. He was enjoying the sounds of the wood: the insects, the birds and the wind rustling the leaves, when a pie...
till reeling in the newness of his feelings for her, Chad pretended as if nothing had changed. He didn't want to say anything to her until he himself could be sure if she would receptive to his advances, and surely he would have to wait until he was walking again, because no woman, wanted a cripple he was sure. He began to tackle their sessions with a new vi...
XX The Good of the Country Psychlone 2106 "Eric Esterhazy is a cunt." Psychlone, or Simon as he was still known to his mother or Psy as his friends called him, liked the lyric's essential message, but it raised a host of obvious issues. If he incorporated the phrase into his next release, would anyone even know who Eric Esterhazy was? If it hadn't been f...
So, in all my sexual undertakings you'd figure as careless and scandalous as I've been in the bedroom (and in bathroom stalls) that I'd have caught some sort of sexually transmitted infection somewhere along the line... And you'd be right... I have... Four times... And counting... All of them we're curable thank God but after the fourth one I reall...
Anna winds her way home along the crowded sidewalk, enjoying the weather that isn't rain. At this time of year, people rejoice at un-rain. Still, the crowd on this side of the street is awfully thick compared to the other side of the street, even if general humanity is taking advantage of the warmth filtering through the grey. And she smells it just as she...
I looked around the kitchen of the house. One apple and one can of soup. I opened the refrigerator. An almost-empty pack of salami, the end piece of a loaf of bread, and the tattered remains of a block of cheddar. I dragged out the cheese, bread and salami and made an open-faced sandwich, heated the soup, and ate it with the sliced apple. Time to go food sh...
Calvin could smell the woman even before he entered the room. She was nervous. It wasn't completely unexpected, but the fear was leaking from her. She had to be new. He hated those. It was hard enough for an experienced human to handle him. A first-timer wasn't nearly stretched enough. She would tear, scream, but demand he keep going. He didn't want that. He...
"Please, Master Oringel, you've got to help me! It's the chamberlain, he's going to kill me!" I guess I should have known better than to ask a wizard for help, but all those time I'd seen him down in the servant's quarters, drinking with the rest of us late into the evening, he never seemed all that different than anyone else. Some claimed he was rather fri...