It had been a slow week when she walked into the office, a real slow week. I was kicked back in my chair, Air Jordans up on the desk, wondering if LA was ever gonna get another goddamn football team. Then I saw her limo pull up. Before my lazy-ass secretary even pointed her in my direction, I knew this was the big score, the case of the year. See I'm Slim Sh...
I knew within the first five minutes that Derek Small was a very special young man -- and I'm not talking about sexually. First of all, it was apparent that he was what you'd call "a good boy" and had obviously been very well brought up. Mike hadn't told him anything about the reality of what went on between me and my boarders, or young men, as I preferred...
He was fucking around. Lydia could smell it on him. Guys like Nick, they hit their mid forties and couldn't help themselves. It was the last hurrah of a guttering-out libido. She drew up a list of potential candidates. It wouldn't be hookers. Nick was too cheap to pay for it. Someone from work was more likely. Some needy slag he'd spun around with male ang...
Readers of the Pastor Sarah series will be glad to see Angie back in action. As Pastor George and Louise came down the steps they could smell the bacon cooking and had worked up quite an appetite. From the way they were smiling, you might think they were on their honeymoon. “Well those pictures will certainly be a hit on the next newsletter. Barbara said...
Pt. XII: The Yakuza Jack began to stir about noon. Something under the covers made him quite alert. Kim encouraged him to rise in more ways than one with her warm and wet lips. When she finished she stuck her head out from under the covers and said coyly, as cum dripped from her chin, "Thanks for breakfast." Over coffee Jack and Kim discussed their strateg...
Morning next day, mourning lack of sleep, I was cheerfully musing on my refurbished libertine status. Greedy, wanting more of the same, I was perfectly positioned for such to come to pass. Recent events in Holly's bed had effectively drubbed to dust my former over the hill self, inspired a youthful, jaunty bearing in me. In my conceited estimation, I was al...
After the Christmas break, it was time to think of what the new semester would be like. "Say, Iris," Damon said enthusiastically one Sunday morning after breakfast, "how'd you like it if I were in your class?" He was referring to a class on the Post-Civil War South that Iris was going to teach. She blanched at the idea. "Oh, Damon, please don't!" "Why...
"How can you find the probability of three or fewer earthquakes in both cities combined?" Scott's brow furrowed. "I can find the probability of three earthquakes in Tokyo and zero in San Francisco, or two in Tokyo and one or zero in San Fran-" "There's an easier way," I chided him. He thought for a moment before sudden realization spread across his face....
Several authors are coming out with stories based on three songs by Marty Robbins: El Paso, Faleena and El Paso City. The story titles will be: "El Paso - author's name" e.g. "El Paso – Jake Rivers" This is a follow on to our first "invitational" in the fall of 2006 with entries based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." If there is continui...
A DAY IN THE LIFE OF MAILGIRL NINE I awoke before the alarm and slipped quietly out of bed being careful not to wake Anna. After a stop in the bathroom to pee, run a brush through my hair, and brush my teeth, I padded out into the kitchen to make breakfast. I was nude, of course, as I always was and by the time Anna appeared in the kitchen I had the morning...