A big thank you to Pseudosheila for editing this story and a wonderful suggestion for a revision that makes it a lot more fun. I know it's trite to say this, but... it's my first, folks, so please be kind. ***** "No, you misunderstand me. It's not about beating or hitting or causing pain, or anything like that. It's all about control, but really it's about...
After reading Toxico's essay I felt it needed a response of far more than what one could squeeze into the comments sections. The essay seems filled with misconceptions about America. Let us start with racial issue. Does racism exist in America? Yes, it does but so does it most everywhere. Look at the riots in France by Muslim youths over their treatment by...
Well school is finally out. I am a 30 year old teacher in a large inner city school and the end of classes is something to be celebrated. I headed out to the large Metro Park on the outskirts of the city to go for a jog. I was hoping that the jog would help the stress from the previous school year fall away. I got out of my car and started to stretch. It ha...
Valentina and Misty had rested, danced again, and were resting once again. They both were enjoying sipping their tequila, and Valentina was feeding chips to Misty as the girl knelt at her feet. One of the security guards touched Valentina's shoulder, and when he had her attention, gestured to a woman who was seeking to join them. Valentina nodded her head...
Virta sat up in the small, cold cell. She let her eyes adjust to the dim light and exhaled a hopeless sigh. She was still not in her soft bed in her small apartment. Nothing had changed since the last time she looked around. It was all exactly, TERRIBLY, the same. She was on a cot. Nearby, a chair was bolted to the floor. Her eyes raised to the video camera...
Chapter 19 Success and Failure Floyd greeted Frank bright and early, as usual. He brought in the complimentary coffee. Frank took a sip from the steaming cup. "The first sip is always the best," Frank said with relish and drank some more. "Not too strong?" Floyd asked. "You know better than to ask that, Floyd." "I'd bet you've got a lot of hair on your...
Chapter 12 Pressure Frank was careful not to hurt Floyd's feelings when he arrived at the office early on Monday morning, as he had done a few days before. Sometimes Frank got busy and forgot that it was easy to give a person the feeling he was getting the brush-off without intending to do so. "Good morning, Floyd," Frank said, forcing out a little more en...
His laughter echoed loudly across the lawn, his smile fading slowly. It was nice, just spending time with him again, and it had been too long. He was still the same Jonathan though, he still smoked way too much pot, still smiled often, and still laughed with the same tone as an old friend. "I can't believe you're eighteen. It's too soon. It feels like seco...
(In the first part of this story "Phone Call from the Nude Beach", a young woman calls her husband from a clothing-optional beach near Miami. He's up north consumed with jealousy because other guys are seeing her naked. Before hanging up they agree that he'll try to get on a flight that afternoon to join her. Two hours later her phone rings...) "Oh no! You...
On a Friday evening a few days after she had teased the man in the park, Celine's cell phone trilled "The Flight of the Bumblebee." Rachel was calling her. "Hi, Rache. What's up?" "You in tonight? Can I come over?" "Yeah, sure. You okay? You sound funny." "Got something ultra bad to show you." "That means real good, huh? What is it?" "Wait - I'll...