(In the 1950s it was Coopers Jockey Y Fronts that were the fashion statement in male underwear. Goggle, and explore what I mean. They were high waisted. They did not sit on the man's hips but rode higher than the navel. A big Y shaped opening on the front was their hallmark. Elastic kept the legs tight- until they got old and worn and the elastic became infi...
My mother wasn't thrilled with my choice of moving to a nearby city. She worried about me constantly. But I finally convinced her I was old enough to take care of myself. I packed up my meager belongings and took a bus into the city. Luckily, it didn't take long to find my new home. I began renting a room in the home of my landlady, Helen Taylor, a woman a f...
Angie had to suffer the ignominy of being dragged back through the department while still trying to pull her panda panties up properly and at the same time trying to keep her ridiculously short dress covering her buttocks. It was an almost impossible task and she continued to draw stares from passing shoppers, especially males of all ages. Once outside the...
Fatima Bhatti sat in her living room in her nice townhouse in the City of Nepean, Ontario, watching a soap opera. She'd been watching Days of Our Lives for decades and could never get tired of it. Still, on a day like today, her favorite soap did nothing to assuage her mood. She was feeling quite lonely. After raising two adult sons and a daughter, and adapt...
The Party - Chapter 1 Lisa James drove home from work with butterflies in her stomach. Usually on a weekday evening she did as she pleased. On Saturdays and Sundays she had to do exactly as she was told. The weekends were reserved for her punishment regime and chores. Any slight misdemeanour or mistake was rewarded with a whole variety of humiliating punish...
My room was bright and spacious and in addition to my bed and a cupboard also contained a writing desk that I could use for my studies. I lived in great comfort compared to most of my fellow students. My mature landlady was very supportive and encouraged me to take my studies seriously. It was a bit strange to share a flat with mature woman who in many ways...
Meet Giselle Bao Phuong, a fifty-something Asian Canadian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. She attends the Ottawa Church of The Savior, and they meet every Sunday at ten o'clock inside a community center located within walking distance of the University of Ottawa. The place has become Giselle's refuge, for many reasons. Giselle feels lonely sinc...
When the landlady knocked on his room door on the second floor, rousing him from slumber, Salomon Bismarck was initially irritated. And then the big and tall young Jamaican tenant looked at his cell phone and noticed that it was ten o'clock in the morning. Dammit, he overslept again. In spite of all his precautions, he slept through his alarm clock. Dammit,...
I was fresh out of college and working in a new city. I needed a room near the train station that I could afford and I found one. I was renting out one bedroom in the home of a divorced woman whose children had recently moved out. The price was right and I paid a deposit and signed for 3 months. I didn't have any furniture and I had only about a week's wort...
Introduction. Here we are. You and I. Together in this special place out of the rain. The dusty air is thick with the aroma of storytelling as we make our way between row upon row of well-thumbed books that pack each straining shelf to the heavens. Book upon book stuffed with tales both fact and fiction. At the end of each row is a sign revealing the natu...