The fallout from the previous night's festivities continues... Thanks to LarryInSeattle for his editing. Any errors that remain are my own. ***** I gave up on the idea of jerking off. Something was going on with Bill. I realized that this was the first time in my life I was worried about my brother. He'd never gotten in trouble. He had been about the l...
Circumcision: A Love Story 1. Our relationship isn't exactly traditional. My name is Josh and I'm a 33-year-old freelance writer -- which really means that I'm mostly unemployed and spend a lot of time at home. That's not to say I don't play an important role in the relationship. Catherine is my fiancée, and she's a 33-year-old junior lawyer working in a...
All things considered, things hadn't turned out to badly for Clare. She still missed Roger on occasion, but those occasions were few, and she'd found that most of what she missed about him could easily be supplied by the men she picked up in the bars and supper clubs that surrounded Hidden Lake, and in a quantity and quality far more to her liking than anyth...
"You know, Nate, after all this time, I've forgotten to ask you about your romantic life. So?" I had looked forward to this moment and, at the same time, dreaded it for so long. Crimson shades run up my neck and I have no way of keeping them from going further. This always happens. And it only makes my embarrassment worse. "Nothing," I whisper. "Okay, wel...
This story can be seen as a sequel to my recently published story, The Smoker. However, it can be read on its own if you have not, or do not want to, read the previous story. The Smoker received a mixed reaction. I am grateful for the encouragement I received, both online and off line, for the story The Smoker. In this story, Mary kicks the habit, and some o...
A couple weeks after the podcast and the blanket tent village, things got back to normal. Leonard and Penny settled things, but there was a festering issue below the surface. Penny came over and stopped in front of the door. She smiled to herself and then knocked on the door, three times, "Sheldon, Sheldon, Sheldon." He opened the door and stared at her, a...
The Angel Grove flew out of a warp in the solar system Vega and Tycho collapsed backwards into my lap like a boneless noodle made of naked teenage psychic. A moment later, microgravity returned as the engines stopped burning and we went from flying increasingly fast to merely flying at a steady, continually fast speed. I wrapped my arms around Tycho, alarm f...
Maggie's Story: Maggie looked at her reflection in the mirror over the Ladies' Room sink. She wiped away a tiny smudge from her eyeliner that virtually no one else would have noticed. Dipping into her purse, she reapplied lipstick. It was a new neutral shade they called "Cashmere" that made her well-formed lips look full and pouty. She suppressed the sigh t...
Dirk took a step back, wiped the sweat from his forehead and studied the engine again. He'd been working on the car all day, trying to fix the problem with the doohickey that fed into the whatchamacallit. It was clogged or cracked or maybe even clogracked. Whatever the problem was, he wasn't going to give up. He'd fix that damn car if it took the rest of his...
This is a complete, rather odd story about a student's search for marks. It was a hell of a lot of fun to write; I have no idea how much fun it will be to read. Tell me, the few who will persist, I'd appreciate it. Gail Smithers is standing in a store considering her options, and they are vast. But she isn't looking for the deluxe, the racy, or even, really...