"Runnin' with you just like a track meet, track meet. Why don't you meet me in the back seat, back seat. I wanna love you, actually..." Earbuds in, I was hearing those words sung by the sultry, creamy voice of my friend Tasha. She had been releasing music on YouTube, iTunes, Soundcloud, and about a million websites I had never heard of, for the past year. A...
"I took care of the incursion in the maintenance sector," Jesse announced as she dropped her service weapon on the table. It shifted and changed shape a few times before settling, like an annoyed cat. Exhausted, she collapsed heavily into a chair in the boardroom she and Emily had converted into a command center. She closed her eyes and groaned as she relaxe...
"Hey Jimmy." "Monica? Ummm uhhhh Hi." Nerves made the beefy young Jimmy Newton lower his .35 mm camera from snapping shots of the Varsity Squad doing lay ups on the basketball court. In his crouched position his lens was filled with tight denim shorts. Monica Gift's crotch dead center of his shot. Camel toe and all. Lucky Jim. He failed to lower the cam to...
Emilio paced the hall of the abandoned old plantation house he'd occupied at the periphery of the Mt. Biak na Bato National Park. Caves and thick forests still abounded here, and the canopy thickened to blanket the interior of the forested area almost to night-dark, even at midday. His bait was wriggling, trapped in strong cocoons of liana vines that hung f...
There was no real follow-up to the peculiar three-way intimacy of that picnic, although Grant pounded Angela that night in such a way that she could scarcely keep quiet about it. And she seemed disinclined to keep quiet. In the mornings the sisters exchanged silent and knowing looks as they went about preparing breakfast. But it was three nights after the...
This is the conclusion from the first three parts of "Lights Out," which I recommend reading first, as there's no recap or much given on the back-story. As well, this is a work of fiction. This is no way intended to be morality story or represent how things should happen in real life - it's just how things happened to these characters in a fictitious scenari...
Two days later, Rhiannon called me mid-morning and asked if I'd clear my afternoon and come to the cottage for a visit. I'd been trying to give her and Joe some time alone to get accustomed to being parents and she'd only been home from the hospital one night, but patience wasn't in Rhi's DNA. I picked Lilly up on the way out of town. Rhiannon sat in stat...
The belated sequel to my story 'Sophie's Choice'. SOPHIE'S CHOICE CHAPTER II Max stares at the image of his classmate Sophie's face on the screen of his cell phone. It is Friday night, five days since they had had their first and only intimate encounter. It had taken trickery for the geeky medical student to get his beautiful classmate to give him a blow...
"Hey, Case," was all my sister said as she hugged me, graciously ignoring the sweat and the travel-stains I was sporting. I was very aware that I was painting a generally unappealing image standing on her front step in crocs (crocs! With socks!) and with my hair wild and all my worldly possessions littered around my feet. Apart from a slightly sad smile an...
I loved my early morning runs, not the one on the treadmill that will happen later, no, these early mornings just before the sun comes up. A slight chill in the air, the only sound was coming from the birds and my feet hitting the concrete. I loved the feeling of being alone, just me, and the birds. I never wore any of my earbuds or listened to any music o...