This is a story about my wife's experiences at a Fraternity party during the 1980's. I met and married Celia, my wife, while in college. I was a star football player who realized the NFL was not in my immediate future. I had reasonable good grades and after graduation went to work in the insurance field. Celia had worked throughout her college years in a ban...
Anna stood with her naked back pressed tight against the pale yellow wall of her bedroom, her long black hair coming down over her shoulders and laying against the outer sides of her breasts, leaving her erect nipples fully exposed. The movement of her neck was restricted but still enabled her to look directly down onto the busy street below through the oppo...
We kick off our shoes and hand in hand, run across the hot sand and in to the shallows of the clear blue sea. We paddle for a while. The weather has been unbearably hot recently, and so the feel of the cool water running inbetween our toes brings smiles of joy. It's still term time, and whilst the beach is normally heaving at the weekends, today, it is empty...
Settling Down Molly and I stopped in NY to visit Susan. She was really busy with her development company. When we visited her at her office, she and Molly took off to her spa to have a girls day out. I learned later that there was no sexual chemistry between them, but they had a good time getting massages, nails, hair, talking about me and having what ever...
Drew put-in before Dooley Bridge, his goal being to photograph the length of the river through town, marking its changes as it went from rural to urban to estuarine environments in the space of four miles. Being June and approaching the summer solstice in this northern state, the sky began to lighten before five in the morning. Drew had been up since four, h...
Myra sat in her car drumming her fingers on the steering wheel. She checked the time on her cell phone; she had five minutes till she had to clock in. As much as her body ached from the twelve hour shift she had worked the day before she knew she couldn't afford to call off. She could see her kitchen counter in her mind now; the bills stacked higher then the...
*** Banks entered the kitchen ten minutes later. He had gone to his room to put on a t-shirt and camouflage-colored three-quarter shorts. A jug of cold milk and empty tumblers were on the kitchen table He saw Vanessa and Mike talking to each other in low tones each sipping from a glass of milk. Mike wore an apron over his white inner vest. He was tall and m...
"I keep my head high...I got my wings to carry me...I don't know freedom...I hope my dreams will rescue me...I keep my face strong...I ask the lord to follow me...I've been unfaithful...I don't know why you color me...this is my canvas...I'm a paint how I want it to be..." Banks sang along with J. Cole on the home theatre with his eyes closed. He had one han...
THE FOLLOWING STORY IS COMPLETE FICTION. NOT TO BE CONFUSED WITH REALITY. MY WEEKEND WITH TYRA BANKS My friend always tells me that he can get me anything I want. He promises me he can grant any of my wishes and believe it or not he has. I wanted World Series tickets------- he got me World Series tickets. I wanted on-field passes to the Super Bowl------...
Johnny, the man Sting murdered was Sting's biggest rival in the local dope trade. It was little wonder why Sting made it to the top of somebody's hit list already. A dope boss was dead, which meant stakes were about to be re-arranged and territories were up for grabs. Sting was the second biggest distributor and taking over from his rival would surely increa...