If you haven't read the other stories in this series, I suggest you do so before you read this. Not imperative though. The first title is Helping Torrie Wilson. Enjoy. *************************** It was dark before Kyle's eyes slowly opened. The drone of the plane almost lulled him back to sleep. His eyes adjusting to the dim lights of the cabin, he peered...
I had first met Bing some two years earlier. She was a co-worker and friend of my wife's and they both being Thai, had much in common. My wife left her position at that workplace and her relationship with Bing faded over the months, but I saw her pretty much every week. You see, Bing's main job and source of income was acting as a human billboard for a Thai...
The Kit Once Liz got home she brought the brown box inside and put it on the table in the kitchen and was getting ready to open it when her phone rang. It was her sister Casey. Casey was 28, seven years younger than Liz, and six months ago had gone through a bad breakup with her fiancé Carl. They had been together since sophomore year of college and just t...
Sanjay was surprised as he opened the door. Standing on the front step, in his affluent neighbourhood, was a thickly set black man several inches taller than him and as wide as the door. A shock of white teeth broke the otherwise dark visage: "Hi, it's Leroy" "Hello," said Sanjay weakly, still not at ease at the contrast between him and the black man. He q...
The College delegation to send off the distinguished visiting professor from Moldova couldn't go past the airport check in counter – he would have to leave them there to go through security to his gate. There was plenty of time but by then everyone had had quite enough of Doctor Viku Dicae and his critical theory of cultural insemination and the demanding an...
As I approach late middle age with not a little foreboding, it helps me come to terms with my encroaching years to dwell on a few pleasant memories, and few of my memories are more pleasant then those of a decade or so ago and a young lady called Nicky. I had been widowed for a few years by then, and the initial grief had subsided. My children were grown an...
"What the hell's got into you today, Sadie?" The voice of Brian, my boss, jolted me back to reality. The answer to his question was 'nothing', and that was the problem. My husband and I had been trying for a baby for nearly a year, and that morning Mother Nature had let me know, in her inimitable way, that I still wasn't pregnant. I didn't think that would...
Martin Murphy listened for the sounds of the nurse bringing his afternoon meds. According to the radio he had been listening to it was about that time. The nurses were punctual enough to set your watch by. He heard something. No mistaking that sound, he only ever heard it on Monday mornings when the nurses stood inspection on each ward. The rest of the time,...
A thin blaze of liquid gold slowly spread across the gray sky, signaling the emergence of the sun, as Jim navigated the narrow streets headed to the donor clinic. "You okay baby?" Cassie, reached between them and gently squeezed his thigh. "Yeah, I'm good." Jim murmured, keeping his eyes on the road to hide his irritation at her being here with him. He ha...
At ten past three on the next Wednesday, there I was round at the charity shop, wondering about my next donation. The closed sign was in the window but I tried the door anyway - it was locked. So I just wandered along the nearby shops, idly looking in the windows, until is was quarter past. Making my way back I kept wondering about Maude, and last time I'd...