Pamela Howard was my best friend. She acquired that label the day she was assigned the locker next to mine on her first day on the job. We were lab bunnies. The name, "lab bunny," was attached to any female who worked in the lab at Zytech. It didn't matter that it was an antiquated idea; our lab was old school and scoffed at political correctness, when given...
Clint pulled the half dozen blankets on his bed over himself even tighter in the hopes it would stop his shivering at least until the next round of sweating hit him. He'd had the flu before but never this bad. He probably should have stayed in bed all day, but there was no way he was missing his only daughter's graduation from college. Even in the heated aud...
This could have been chapter 22 of The Lessons. However, I appreciate the feedback that stories that are not actually within the original theme of The Lessons are probably best classified separately. Nevertheless, the characters of this story did appear in an earlier chapter of The Lessons. In any case, please do provide feedback. There are a number of possi...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Jack tried the knob; it was unlocked, just as she said it would be. He slowly turned the knob then pushed the door softly. Only the slightest of creaks could be heard, but he still froze for a moment. He entered the darkened living room and looked around...
A light frost covered the ground that Saturday morning, as the joggers ran around the park - their feet crunching on the crisp tarmac below. Dirk Peterson ignored them as he walked briskly to a bench overlooking the boating lake, where a man with an eye patch sat alone. Checking that no one was watching, Dirk sat down next to the one-eyed man. 'Hello Cyclop...
As I have mentioned in a number of the stories I have written, before my retirement ten years ago, I worked as a professor of English in a small but expensive New England college. As you already know if you ever went to college, English 101 is required of all freshmen students. The purpose of this course is for the professor to try and enable students to wr...
When I was a college senior, my good friend and roommate Gary was dating this very good-looking chick, Patty. I was not dating anyone at the time, so I accompanied them one Friday night down to the "strip," where all the bars and clubs were that catered to the university crowd. We were en route to this New Wave music club where we partied and danced from t...
The last time I visited home, I passed the old sandlot. There is a house there now, but I could not help but visualise our old chicken-wire backstop, crude frisbee bases, and the pile of dirt we called a pitcher's mound. When the weather was good, all the boys in the neighbourhood (and sometimes the girls, too) would spend their afternoons playing ball on th...
Sandrine is collared and blindfolded, dressed in faded and slightly-ripped shorts and a tank top, as Jonathan leads her by the hand to the basement of the cabin. The coolness of the basement air is a stark contrast to when they were doing maintenance yardwork outside earlier. At last, the cool stone floor chills the soles of the submissive's bare feet. She i...
I went into mourning, I guess. There was some second-guessing involved, too. In the end, I couldn't see that I had done anything wrong - or that things would have turned out differently if I had acted otherwise. There was no question that I would miss Jen. But I was honest enough with myself to wonder which I would miss more: Jen, or the incredible sex....