An Illustrated version is available from the author * Nineteen year-old, Marcie was in the bedroom, painting her toenails, wearing only red panties and a black, T-shirt, with Fifth Harmony on the front. Eighteen year-old, Evie sat across from her, wearing an extra large powder blue men's shirt that probably belonged to Tucker at one time and nothing else,...
A letter to my future lover * (Author's note: I don't think we need one of these...After all, I'm the author and this entire story is about me (and you, of course). And if the editor doesn't like it...well, too bad!) So...if you are reading this, then we probably have yet to meet. Hello! Let me introduce myself. Well, that's a silly thing to say, isn't i...
A long day at work. We all have them, and sometimes they just happen to fall on a Friday. Is that better or worse? I'm still not sure. On one hand you just want to finish the day. On the other, the next day is Saturday, and you don't have to worry about waking up early. I do know that there is little worse than still being in the office at 6 pm on a Friday a...
Preface: Evil Will Be Cleansed Our world has changed from the paradise that was established for mankind. We live in a time and place where innocent children are blown up by suicide bombers in the name of religion. Fear and greed permeate our modern lives and our elective representatives have been corrupted by their thirst for money and power. Evil had taken...
It was the weirdest present I ever got and also one of the biggest surprises of my life. My twenty-first birthday and college graduation just happened to coincide, so my folks decided to make it a very big deal. For the day after the graduation, they rented a large salon at the Hyatt with a band and open bar and everything. Fortunately, they didn't invite th...
(All characters sexually active in this story are at or above the age of eighteen. All characters are purely fictional. Check out my profile!) I like to think of myself as a master of exploitation. Others will call me a bitch, a whore, or just plain evil. But my interference in the affairs of others is minimal; its victims further extend the problems I ca...
Please do not make the mistake of assuming the "when" in this story. It could be 1970, 2006, 2030 or whenever. I've intentionally blurred the time frame so that I don't get a bunch of inane political comments concerning current events from the lunatic fringe of any orientation. This is a story with military overtones; there are no dogs and no corporate Ame...
Tuesday, August 12, 2014: Life was good! After a weekend of rainy, misty weather, the sun was shining, and it was warm but not as muggy as eastern Kentucky can get, as my wife and I were sitting on our west-facing screened-in porch, drinking ice-cold lemonade and admiring the lowering sun in the distance. The sun would set in the "notch" between the two mou...
Notes for the reader: This story began more than twenty years ago. If you're the "get to the action quick!" type, move on to another author. I will relate this account at my own pace. Although I've categorized the entirety of this collection as Romance, because it very well was, there are some recollections that some readers might find an uncomfortable rea...
A young grad student takes a photography job for a mysterious club and quickly finds himself trapped in the gray areas between love, lust, fantasy, and reality. --- "From timber so crooked as that from which man is carved, nothing entirely straight can be made." Immanuel Kant --- 1 The newspaper strewn out in front of me, I sat down with a bowl of ce...