In church, my mind cannot help but wander. Mary Magdalene was not a prostitute. There is not a single piece of historical evidence that suggests she was a woman of ill repute by any definition. As a matter of fact, she might have been the "chosen" disciple, Jesus' best friend, and his confidant. I envy the women who knew him. I would be glad to share my...
Tuesday morning found Lauren and myself at the airport, accompanied by Kathy and Angie to see us off. The baby was in good hands with a nanny that Kitty had found for us, and who had agreed to be there full time as a live-in aupair, once we moved into the new house. Rider was also joining us for this leg of our adventure, to catch all the juicy details on ca...
It was just after ten. I was working four-tens back then. I was young and single. I was off on Fridays. For the last year I had spent most nights during the week at one of bars in the uptown neighborhood where I worked slipping away with one of the women in the call center for reverse happy hour. Lately, I had been seeing one of them fairly steadily. It had...
I keep house for Nick Rhodes. That is to say, I'm his housekeeper. The agency sent me over a few months ago; I thought it might have been a one time assignment, as he's never really home, but he likes someone to come in everyday. So hey, that's easy, keeping a clean house clean. I have my routine. When I first walk in the door, I scratch Yag behind the ears...
When I looked out my window and saw the street sign for Meadow Lane go whizzing by, I lowered my head, putting my hand to my forehead, and chuckled quietly. I looked over at Lana, and asked, "Lan, how many drinks did you have tonight?" "Just a few...why?" came her answer, her tone perfectly even and her speech unslurred. "Well, you seem to have missed your...
Last week Ashley had been out in the front yard in her cut offs and a sports bra, weeding the garden, when Mark had driven by in his pick up. She'd watched him drive by, she always watched him, it was an easy to notice truck all beat to shit but with lifted tires. Growing up her older sister had told her that men liked their trucks that high so they could pe...
Thirteen Years Earlier Clia ran along through the woods, her short legs working hard to get over the hills as she chased the woodpecker from tree to tree. It led her further and further into the forest that lay behind her parent's house on the edge of the Pack compound. In the excitement of the chase, she lost her sense of direction. When she finally gave u...
I was cleaning out our front hall closet one weekend while my wife was out shopping. As I was moving stuff out, I came across my wife's tennis bag. When I placed it on the ground outside of the closet, it tipped over on the floor, and the loose tennis balls fell out. I rounded them up and was preparing to put them back, when I noticed a videotape in the bag....
Cats! He hated cats. His cousins had cats, dozens of them. They claimed that it was to keep the rats out of the grain silo, but he was sure it was because they were just too lazy to get them fixed. Whatever the reason, from the moment his mom used to drop him off on the farm in June, to the day the taillights passed the edge of the dirt driveway in September...
Arturo leaned back in his chair. "That was truly delicious. An excellent end to an excellent day." A slight, tropical breeze captured their hair and the edges of the ivory shade sail above their table. Serena leaned into the teak edge of the tabletop, unknowingly allowing Arturo a fantastic view of plump cleavage beneath her red strapless sundress. As the w...