"Back in Afghanistan, I was a teacher, here I am stocking shelves at Provigo," Sawsan Ghobar said to herself, and the tall, curvaceous gal shook her head while placing cans of juice on the shelf. Under her Provigo uniform, Sawsan wore a long-sleeved blue sweatshirt and yoga pants. Once upon a time, while adhering to the cultural norms of her native Afghanist...
She had never noticed before how dark the landing was between her bedroom and the toilet. In spite of all the times she had risen in the middle of the night to walk the long corridor, the dark places she had to pass had never before seemed menacing to her, until tonight. She paused, seeing the moonlight casting an eerie glow through the half open door of the...
"It's called 'Valengasus SaVantera' or the Nightflower." I slapped at the mosquito on my neck. Looking back I still was not impressed. "Really Martin? Really? Two planes, a jeep ride through hell and a five hour slog through rain forest for this?" Martin smiles at me. His big toothed grin, which shows how badly he needs to see a dentist. "Here." He trie...
James Reynolds was in love and tonight he was going to do something about it. He was in love with his friend and co-worker Susan Rains. Susan and James met while both working on their MBAs at the state university. After graduation both found work at the same company and continued their friendship. Susan was very pretty, petit and slender with a hint of exoti...
This story is dedicated to the love of my life: I met him about 3 months ago on the Internet, and we started talking on the phone. After a couple of weeks we had came to the conclusion that we were starting to fall for one another. We were approximately 3000 miles away from each other, never met each other face to face, but found ourselves talking daily, an...
I hate ties. Let me clarify. I hate wearing ties, especially around the holidays, when a variety of tacky and ridiculous holiday ties seem to magically appear in everyone's closet and some unspoken expectation requires people to not only wear them regularly, but bring them up as topics of discussion. As thrilling as a discussion around ties might sound, all...
Calli stared at the phone and exhaled with a sigh of relief. She'd made it through another Friday night call from her mom. Again she'd managed to dodge the same questions and concerns she hears week after week: "Are you getting enough rest, Calli?" "Are you eating right, Calli?" "Met any new friends lately?" "Having Sam is good Calliope, but don't you nee...
I would like to thank "the-apocalypse" for proofreading my story. He has been of great help. My name is John; and I am a retired widower. I live in a very rural area in the Northern part of the United States. When my granddaughter, Mary, and my son-in-law Jim, were just married I had taken it upon myself to teach them the joys of variety in their private s...
Ondrea snapped her head up and stared at the wide open door. "Ever heard of knocking, Franca?" "Ever heard of locking the door?" She gave an appreciative whistle, "Nice undies by the way, very sex goddess." Rea threw a pillow at her friend who dodged it and plopped down laughing on the bed. "I wanted to see if you were ready, but apparently not." "I w...
Thank you for Tigerssman and 'The Bard' for help for this story. ***** "Hey, James, you want to us join later for some ten pins?" "No thanks, Tommy, but you have a fun time." Tommy was James's closest friend; James was a great guy, everyone liked him. James never needed to sit alone for lunch or dinner; friends mobbed him. He sat at a different table eve...