Back in 1998 I was in one of the U.S. services and assigned to a staff. We were on a deployment and had pulled in to Fremantle, Western Australia. Being on a staff there were formal engagements we had to attend. On the night we arrived we were to attend a "meet and greet" at a hotel close to the harbor. For political reasons, attendance was mandatory for the...
Authors note: This is the first of a series of stories based on events during the 1970's. Though these stories can not be properly called historical, nor can they be called fiction. Rather they are distilled memories of my life and the life of friends and family during those heady days between the sexual revolution and the backlash of the 80's. So they fall...
It was an early Fall weekend, damp and chilly. Low clouds were covering Manhattan, obscuring some of the taller buildings. I was in my 16th floor apartment after a Sunday morning workout, scanning the headlines over a cup of coffee, when a piercing scream came through the walls. My apartment is an end unit, so I figured it had to be coming from either dire...
The next morning, I awoke with the sun shining on my face. It was later than I usually got up, but still fairly early, maybe 8 AM. I was a bit groggy, and then came awake with a flash. Had it been a dream? I reached down and checked my crotch and found that it was stiff and scratchy with dried juices - My God! It hadn't been a dream! I bounced out of bed a...
Up until the time I was married I would have never believed that there were two disparate Americas coexisting side by side forming unequal parts of the same whole; one of unbounded privilege and the other of implicit, soul-deadening servitude. To think that the vast majority of Americans were no more than indentured slaves to banks and corporations that rule...
Hello and thanks for stopping by this story. This is a very long story, and while I was tempted to submit it in chapters I decided to leave it in one piece. If it's too much to read all at once feel free to favorite it so you can go back to it easily. *** Pam Prescott was spending two weeks of her summer vacation with her mother and father at the same cam...
Jesus, what a let down. I'd met her about two days ago. I was having lunch with a buddy of mine in midtown. We were having our usual after lunch drinks and by the third martini a stunning blonde walked in with a friend. They sat a few seats away at the bar. "Shit, she's looking at you," said Itai. "Say something." I glanced down the bar and sure enough thi...
Tim It was a toss-up as to which of us was more nervous: Jill, me . . or Millie. I think it was Millie. Millie is a contemporary of mine, a very brilliant woman, a clinical psychologist. For years, she'd been deeply immersed in religious-oriented work until, one day, she came to the conclusion that the philosophies she was involved in seemed to be more fal...
Him I just spent the last two weeks straight on a book tour across the country. I was on the bestsellers list and was in high demand for speaking engagements around the country. I am booked for the next month. Which is exciting, but also has kept me away from my girls longer than I wanted to. Luckily I have a very supporting, loving wife, who encourages me...
"This was a really stupid idea." Millie complained again, but only someone within three paces of her would've heard her. She kept her voice down, Paula knew, because in spite of the uncomfortable surroundings, the mosquitoes and oppressive heat that assailed them as their group sloshed their way through the swamp, the unending fog that made the days shorte...