"Steve, are you sleeping yet? I need to talk to you... " Ginger's voice trailed off and I knew by the tone this was something that needed to be addressed. That is one thing that you 'learn' after thirty years of marriage, and although I was tired I rolled over and propped myself up on the pillow. "No Sweetheart I'm not." I felt her move closer to me. "What'...
A pit formed in my stomach. I felt like I had been punched. I stared in disbelief at what I had just read in the paper. Under the obituaries, it was all there: her name, her photo and the details of very full life. The memories came back. She was a part of my past; a good part. I reread her obit. I was alone on my back porch overlooking my garden of colorful...
At eighty-two years old, I thought all I had left to do was wait to die. When I got real sick, the agency sent over a girl to take care of me for a few hours a day. Ginger was one of those real brainy girls who graduated from high school when she was fourteen, got a degree in pre-med by the time she turned eighteen. She was working for the agency to help pay...
Veronica walked into the room. She had just finish working out and was dripping with sweat. She was a sexy Mexican woman and all ways been a bit of a bad girl. She was nymphomaniac sense she was 13 and had a mean side to her. She was 55 years old. She had gray hair that was cut down to her shoulders. She sometimes wore it in a bonnet She had a smoking body....
Gilligan's Island, the Rescue Gilligan hopped out of his hammock and ran out into the noonday sun looking for the Skipper. He ran into Mr. and Mrs. Howell's tent where he interrupted their noonday activities. "Mr. Howell, Mr. Howell," he said, "have you seen the Skipper?" Thurston Howell the third was dressed in a yellow wool sweater over a green button-d...
This is dedicated to "Tex." Thank you for the "inspiration." Thank you, as always, to Ted and Enrique for their insights as to the way sex feels from the male perspective. Thanks also to the lovely Kat for her editorial assistance. ***** He was dead tired from traveling all day long. The drive from Texas to St. Louis was a killer, but he hated flying. It...
I was lying in bed naked spooning with Ginger, hands locked together, with my penis deep inside her, and standing over us red faced was Chelsea. I had been intimate with twice earlier that day. Working as a banking consultant all over North America and I have learned over the years that reading faces is almost as important as reading numbers. Chelsea was up...
4. Surf's up Tom was becoming more and more animated as the car descended to the beach; as he watched the surfers catching the waves, carving big curves in the face of the combers his eyes grew larger and he was bouncing in his seat. He bolted from the car just as it stopped at a collection of buildings that serviced the people at the beach in search of a b...
Nathan Thomas came home early from work that night. He murmured a greeting to the baby-sitter and went upstairs to look at his sleeping baby. After kissing him on the cheek, he went back downstairs and told the babysitter that she could go home. "Oh, it's okay," she replied, "My mom can't pick me up until 10 anyways." Nathan shrugged and plopped down on t...
Sitting on the cushioned window sill, Ginger watches the lightening and listens to the sounds of the thunder clapping. Sipping on a cup of hot cocoa, she watches the wonders of what Mother Earth can accomplish. Each lightening bolt sends a semi sexual thrill coursing through her body. Ginger has always loved storms of any kind, ever since her childhood, on...