What if we did this or what if we did that? What would happen then? I can just see and hear these old, Caucasian, billionaire men talking over lunch, over dinner, over drinks, in their homes, on vacation, on the golf course, on a plane, in their cars, and at the office about us, the middle class. What makes us, ordinary people, blue collar and white collar...
I apologize as I lost the ending to my story, I thought I saved it but apparently not. So, for better or worse, here is the ending. *********************** "So, those are my terms and a summation of my thoughts and feelings on the subject and how my response is based entirely upon your decisions. Marriage is an equal partnership. So, I'm ready to hear your...
Sarah stirred awake, feeling the light from the partly opened curtain hit her closed eyelids. Mmmmm. What time was it? Probably way too damn early. Don't look at your phone, she told herself. Go back to sleep. Bound to be earlier than you want it to be. Just don't look at it Sarah. Just try and sleep some more. Sleeeep. She picked up her phone. 6:50. Big c...
As I watched Shelley agonize over how I was going to respond, Anger was still locked in fierce hand-to-hand combat with Yearning over control of my lizard brain. But scoring an unprecedented threepeat, my frontal lobe again seized the initiative and switched my voice from Shouting to Soothing. "You aren't a dipshit, Shelley. But we've both paid a high price...
Jane was up to greet me when I walked into the house Sunday afternoon. I could easily see the effect of the night before. She was walking slowly; her face was red from whisker-burn, her eyes were a little red looking. To my surprise she wrapped her arms around me and clung to me by the door. I tried to ask her what was wrong but she just shook her head a...
Brian Warbrick gloomily gazed through the train window at the passing countryside. There was nothing new to see; everything was all too familiar as he made this monthly journey. He was a Yorkshireman with all the characteristics associated with the people of that county. His voice was redolent of the north, flat-toned with short vowels, though only slightly...
"So, it's settled. You are going to be my husband's wife for the weekend and I will go with your husband being his wife for the weekend," Lauren said to me. "We are agreed on how far we are going to go right?" Let me back up and start from the beginning. My name is Jennifer and everyone calls me Jenni. I'm thirty years old married now for five years to Stev...
Chapter 26 -- Ruthie's only choice Throughout April, Mike quietly continued driving Sam's truck around campus and collecting money from meters. It was a routine that he started to enjoy, apart from the extra income that he was taking in. He spent his afternoons listening to news on the radio, took breaks when he wanted, and spent most of his time working al...
Dressed in a tailored red, velvet suit and adorned with a red hat trimmed with white fur and a shiny black belt with bright gold buckle and calf high boots, Freddie looked in the mirror dissatisfied with what he saw. With his broad shoulders, developed chest, muscular arms, and slim waist he looked more like Arnold Schwarzenegger than he did Santa Claus. F...
I have been personally involved with the aftermath of esophageal surgery and the drainage therapy for healing esophageal damage - it remains medically essential that the patient not speak, whisper, swallow, cough or strain this delicate tissue in any way - for patients with 'wandering hands' the restraints described are prescribed - for vaginal damage, as ex...