'Gareth was asking after you,' Jules said. 'He was always distant with me,' -- resentfully -- 'said he had to work on his book. How's it going?' To get a female perspective on her problem with Aidan, Leona had arranged to meet up with Jules at a pub in Brunswick. They were sitting at a table in the saloon bar. 'Not as well as he would like, so he says. He...
With the backseat of their car filled with the Heavenly spirit of the two nuns, instead giving them a lift to the gas station to buy gas, Tyrone and Jules gave them a ride to Hell. In the way that some black men are attracted to some white woman, Jules and Tyrone were attracted to these women. In the way that some men are sexually twisted to have a peculiar...
It was just another boring "last Thursday of the month" board meeting, and he really wasn't looking forward to the typical petty bullshit, the accusations of over spending, the idiotic questions of fiscal responsibility, blah blah blah. So as he slumped into the cafeteria style chair he wondered how long he would go without yawning, or at least without yawni...
She sat in the first row of tables in the smoky basement room in the Village on both evenings I was reciting my poetry. I was a painter really—a portraitist mostly of real life, its sensuality. I was compared—or at least I compared myself when asked—to Whistler or Renoir in my use of rich colors and lush settings to set off the sensuality of the human body....
God gave you a penis and a brain and only enough blood to run one at a time. ~ Robin Williams ***** It was late, I'd left the office well after dinner and found myself pretty hungry on the drive home. Rather than pacify my hunger with something from the drive-thru, quick and detrimental to my health, I figured I'd swing by that upscale grocery store that h...
A Sharing is Caring Story As usual all thanks to Randi. for making, er, encouraging me do this, and for editing skills. If you find a mistake, I probably made it after the edit. This is a two part story, hopefully the second will be out by Friday. And special thanks to the gals and guys at SI, especially for the swimsuit issue. .............................
First off, as always, much thanks and gratitude go out to SoCalCynic for being awesome and editing this yet again. Really, it wouldn't read half as well as it does if it weren't for him. Sorry that there was a little bit of a delay on this, guys. Unfortunately life tends to get in the way every so often. So without further ado, here's chapter four. * Jill...
Author's note: I would like to apologize in advance to my readers. In the retelling of this story it sort of took on a life of its own. Normally my tales are fairly brief and concise, this one however seemed only to grow as I put pen to paper. (Figuratively speaking). Since it did turn out to be rather long I have decided to break it down into several smal...
The pack gathered together at the end of a successful hunt. Flopping down to rest in a clearing, their bellies matched the curve of the full moon overhead. It had been a good hunt, a good night, a good month. They should have been relaxed and playful until the sun sent them on their way. But they weren't. One of their number was missing. The hole in the pa...
'How's your brother?' Leona asked. She was with Jules and the two women were doing some shopping in Puckle Street on a Saturday morning. 'Gareth's fine,' – defensively – but he's often a bit moody and distant,' Jules was examining some glassware in a gift shop window. 'He doesn't talk easily to me. 'Are you seeing him again?' 'I don't know. I go out with...