This is a continuation of the well-received Ch. 01, which I encourage you to read, so that you can pick up seamlessly where we left off. Thanks for all of your positive comments! * The answer to Chrissy's pleading inquiry was provided when we agreed to meet for her outdoor photo session the following Monday. Monday was always the slowest day at the Turf Cl...
It was starting to get later in the fall so there was not as much biking on some of my favorite trails. That meant that it was easier to get a good ride in without interruption. It was in September when I received an interesting email from Elaine. She had found the card that I had placed into her bike shorts after our first rendezvous and was just saying hel...
The rain had been falling all night. I had been driving the taxi since the dinner rush. I was tired but the calls kept coming, other drivers were sick, and my boss begged me to keep going as long as I could. I pulled up in front of the last address well after midnight. A man came out. He looked distracted. Serious. He threw a gym bag into the back seat, th...
Definition Of An Exhibitionist Merriam-Webster's Medical Dictionary defines an exhibitionist as: "one who engages in or is addicted to exhibitionism..." Addicted? Can a person actually be addicted to running around naked? In order to answer that, I think we need to take a look at Merriam-Webster's definition of exhibitionism itself: a disorder character...
I stormed out of the house, letting the door slam shut on my girlfriend's steadily raising voice, cutting her off midway through yet another insult. I was angry, embarrassed, betrayed; another night spent setting up a romantic night, all gone to waste. I pull open the door to my car, slide in and slam the door as if it was the one I was mad at. She was late...
Over the next couple days, my new friend Elsie would be waiting for me on her bike at the end of her driveway until I made an appearance in my garage. She would pedal across the street and park her bike at the end of my driveway and patiently wait until I 'noticed' her. She would then pedal up my driveway and park her bike on the grass and start asking a who...
The chance survivors of the sand, thin tall cacti, mockingly saluted the car's passage as it rushed along the broken asphalt. The vehicle's tinted windows disguising the broiling landscape and fooling the occupants within. From Phoenix, the smoked glass had been lying to the two travelers, teasing them with comfort until the woman noticed an imperfection-a s...
The long stretch of road disappeared into the bruised purple sky far ahead. The sun was obscured behind thick billowing clouds, projecting endless hazy beams of burnt orange and red as the clock wound down another day of July heat. Richard adjusted his shades and stared straight ahead as the Skylark convertible cruised along the hot blacktop, smooth as a dr...
Marla faced her mirror finishing applying the red lipstick, which she then sealed with her lip-gloss. She lightly tussled her brown curly hair with her free hand. Looking at her watch it was time that she left and made way to today's lesson. Passing the full-length mirror in the hall she stopped and gave herself a once over. She is a woman of a fuller figur...
Looking at the woman in front of her, Katelyn began to wonder if this whole thing was as good an idea as it had seemed when she and Theresa first planned it. While she was a full semester into her Fine Arts degree, her focus was in drawing and painting, not performance art. Her Midwestern background had not prepared her for what she was facing in attending h...