I expected Helen to return my call on late Saturday, but she didn't. Instead, she knocked on my door early Sunday morning. Still naked and hairless from my road trip with Mary the day before, I opened the door and greeted Helen, "Good morning." "You're in big trouble, spanky boy," she said, taking me by the hand and slamming my front door shut behind her. "...
For as long as I can remember, I've been fascinated by the moon. I remember as a child, riding in the back seat of my mom's car, I'd watch the moon follow us. It almost didn't matter how fast or how slow she drove, the moon was always there. Sometimes, it would hide behind the clouds, but I could still see its light shining through. Other times, it would pla...
Please bear with me as I start. I'll try to keep this introduction short, but I believe it's necessary to show that what happened was entirely accidental and did happen. We live in a two bedroom mini-home. It may be called a duplex, because it is part of a single structure consisting of two of these units separated by a pair of garages under one roof. Each...
Chapter One On my 25th birthday, I gave myself the best present ever: I retired. Yes, that kid too small to play sports in high school, who had to avoid bullies by hiding in the computer room during lunch, that kid who learned to crack open off-the-shelf programs to rewrite their code for local businesses -- yeah, that kid made enough money in 10 years to...
The next day was Saturday. Since that was always a big day for showing prospective tenants available houses for rent, I didn't expect anyone to pick up at the property management office and I'd have to wait until much later before anyone would return my call. Still, under Mary's watchful eye, I called and left a message asking for Helen to return my call reg...
*All characters, places and events are fictional* The sun pierces through the glass window as Amy pulls the sunglasses over her eyes. Putting her foot down slightly, the car pulls away as she races up the coastal highway. Taking in a shallow breath, she notices it getting stuffy inside. Winding down the window, she feels he rush of the fresh, salty sea ai...
continued... Day 4... 'Chirp' The sound of Marni's phone signaled that she had received a text message, the signal almost lost in the reggae sounds of Margaritaville Radio. We were a few hours south of Denver on I-25 heading towards Raton, New Mexico where we'd hook a left, turning east towards Amarillo, Texas. "SWEET!" Marni shrieked when she read her...
For over two decades, Janice Collier-Rhone faithfully shared a house and a marriage bed with her husband Jay Rhone. When they met in college, Janice was five feet eleven inches tall, blonde-haired, alabaster-skinned and slender, the picture of American beauty. Jay Rhone, the tall, burly and handsome African-American college football player, was drawn to her...
Epilog NOTE FROM AUTHOR: This is the final chapter and as such is much shorter than previous chapters. Here we wrap up some final thoughts with our characters. I'm not a legal expert but I did do some research into such cases. I realize that the dollar totals seem totally unrealistic but in fact these type of totals are not without precedence. Especially wh...
They called her Pink Star Fish. Why? That was the stage name she used as a singer for the punk band she used to front. It had stuck. Her real name was Angela but most people called her Star Fish for short. She was tall and thin with the most amazingly full breasts jutting out from her chest. She had short, spiked, pink hair, of course! She had full pouty li...