The four older guys were sitting in a booth at their favorite bar, almost empty early on a rainy Tuesday evening. They were talking about their kids, the prospects for the Giants this year and how life had treated them. None of these were new themes. Max heaved a sigh. "I can't tell you how happy I am not to travel any more! God! There was a time I woke up...
This is a story about a young Eskimo mother, Umaiapik Umaiapik gasped with a last burst of exertion, chest heaving, pumping her legs hard to crest the little rise, and then a bit more so that the heavy reluctantly following sledge reached the loamy crest. Perched now in the sun, the rest of the short journey from the glacier would be little easier, pulling...
II. Lasagna Confessions Their kiss at the doorstep had been a promising surprise. Not that anything was certain to happen, thought Jason, but a kiss was a better start than shaking hands. During the day, while pondering about tonight, shaking hands had been his worst image. A sexy pair of brown leather pants clad around her butt. He couldn’t keep his eyes...
I awoke that morning to the sound of rain pounding on the window above my bed. 4:00 AM, great. I'd had trouble sleeping since I'd moved to this dreary city 8 weeks ago. I'd applied to the University of Washington last fall, and had gotten my acceptance letter 4 months ago. It was convenient for me to move here early, since my parents had decided to move to F...
I'm sipping a fresh brew of hot cocoa on Christmas Eve when the knock sounds on my door. I start out of my reverie and spill some of the contents near the top two buttons on my new blouse. Wisely, I set my mug on the coffee table before throwing my hands up in frustration. The knock sounds again, and I wonder who would be at my door in this weather. The sno...
As a cub reporter for the third largest agricultural newspaper in Tufton Flats, Iowa, I'm trained to keep my eyes open for a story, any story which might enlighten and provoke our readership of six hundred strong. You might even recognize my name if you're a fellow member of the fifth estate—it was I who in 1998 went undercover to penetrate the secret cabal...
For Marcy, it was another typical night at work. All the offices on the mezzanine were dark except for her cubicle. From her vantage point, Marcy could scan over the production floor and see most her co-workers busy at their workstations. The girls working on the assembly line ranged in age from their early twenties to late forties. There were only five men...
Jace Goodwin was on his knees at the side of the bed praying to God. Praying that God would forgive him for the mortal sin that he was soon to commit. One that would more than likely earn him a place in Hell. Jace was a man who had reached the end of his rope. His life was in the shitter. No job, not even a prospect, no money and worst of all a life without...
So, it's quarter to six and I'm finishing up my Saturday morning jog through the park when I hear the whistle--and when I say whistle, I'm referring to a classic cat-call, perfectly executed, that pierces the early morning fog like a spotlight aimed straight at my ass. "Lookin' good!" I spin without slowing and flash a middle finger at my ogler, shirtless...
I thank Respieto who provided some wonderful comments and suggestions on an earlier draft. Also, I thank all my friends on the playground whose encouragement and friendship keep me writing and playing. This is a work of fiction and contains sexually explicit scenes. If the laws in your area prohibit you from reading this, please respect those laws. This work...