Chapter 10: Her Transformation Monee wakes up to the morning sunlight that shone through the windows, she lazily turned a bit and finds me lying next to her on the bed. Her face darkened a bit as she remembered the dread contract I have on my desk. She bit her lips, let her mind wonder what she will do now, then a voice, louder than ever said to her, “stay,...
I'm an old man now, born in the still austere world of post-war Hampshire... does that sound a bit dull and dreary? Maybe a little, when I was a small kid... but it meant that I was seventeen in Nineteen Sixty-seven - the year that sexual freedom burst through the Victorian staidness that had restrained my parents. My dad told me when I was fifteen that ev...
"I don't know how they do it, honestly." "What do you mean?" "Keep up the secrecy. These women are nothing but strippers and prostitutes, selling themselves for money. What I'm saying is, I really don't know how they can keep it a secret." "You think people in their life don't know?" "I don't know how they could, who would be associated with someone like...
A number of years ago my wife Marg and I emerged from a life that had been dominated by debt and child rearing. We adjusted quickly to our own version of the empty-home syndrome. The most wonderful part of it all was that our sexual desire for each other rekindled in a big way. We no longer rushed through our love making sessions; discovering that sex was...
Sally Perkins pulled her car into the driveway. She sat there for a few moments wondering what she was going to do for the week. Will, her 19 year old son was visiting with his father who moved away after separating from her two years ago. "Well these groceries aren't going to put themselves away." Sally said to herself aloud. She opened the door and step...
I had just finished a nice dinner and was walking back to the Bed and Breakfast where I was staying. It was still light and there was an orange glow in the west where the sun had set over the Pacific. I thought a glass of wine would be just the thing before turning in. Fortunately, the B&B had some available, honor system of course. That's what I like about...
[This is a sequel to An Apology in the Morning.] It was late on a Saturday morning when the knock came at the door, not loud but repeated persistently. Ed Friar wasn't expecting visitors, and wasn't sure who would knock like that, but he went to answer the sound without any concern. Barely had he opened the door, though, when Kate Jones pushed through it an...
Since I have left my school (and Mary, of course) and came to college, I have joined musical classes. I always wanted to learn music, especially a flute. But my financial conditions were not good so I had to study first to be capable of leading a better life. This was my chance of doing what I wanted to. It had been a while and my classes were coming to an...
I was on my hands and knees, dripping sweat with dirt up to my elbows from weeding the flower box alongside the house when I heard the doorbell ring. It was Sunday morning, and I wasn't expecting anyone. I was trying to get this little chore finished before the impending rain came, so I tried to ignore it. It rang a second and then a third time, so I finally...
Roni was not one for self analysis and introspection. It just wasn't part of her emotional make-up. It was one of those days though and she was happy to settle in for the evening by herself. She didn't expect to spend it thinking but she was all the same. She turned 48 years old tomorrow. She should feel older than she did. She was tired, admittedly, but she...