College towns had lots of part-time job opportunities. Flexible hours and pay depending on how hard you wanted to work. One of the jobs that employed its share of college kids in this sleepy midwest college city was the 24 hour, 7 days a week grocery store. Steve worked in the Deli with about the same dozen or so people during each of his shifts. Two or th...
"I assume we have reached a bargain, then?" Darkniciad asked. The man before him pursed his lips for a moment and his brow furrowed. He took a breath, nodded his head, and said, "It's a square deal." "Excellent," Darkni said while extending a hand. As he shook hands to seal the deal, he said, "We shall stay in touch so you know when to be ready to take del...
I wake to the humming sound of my phone vibrating on the wooden night stand next to my bed. Groggily, I reach for the offending appliance, resist throwing it against the wall and press the button to accept the unwelcome intrusion to my slumber. It is him. "Hi." I mumble. "You woke me up." "Poor baby." he replies in a voice that I know means he is smiling a...
After straining to get both of them inside me, I finally remembered to relax and enjoy it. We shifted around a bit and got more comfortable, and instantly I felt the resistance soften, and Leroy slid up so that he was pressed snugly against my cervix, which set off the first explosion. Jason couldn't believe how hot it all was and seemed to be getting ready...
"Sam, I do believe you're a bit jealous." "Yes, I think I am." "That's so sweet. I never promised you fidelity, though, did I?" "You never promised me anything." "I know that. So what's your problem?" "No problem. You just asked me how I felt about you having sex with Tracey, that's all. So I told you." I was beginning to wish I hadn't told her the tr...
There I was; it was 1997 and I had been divorced for six years and living back in my podunk hometown. A four-year long affair with a married man (who also happened to be my childhood sweetheart) had come to an end, not with a whimper nor a bang, but more like the hiss of a balloon with a slow leak. I was living in a nice little house, right next to my sister...
The Beginning of a Bad Day in the Office Meridian Hayden was sure today was going to be a bad day. Friday's were supposed to be good. First of all looking in the mirror first thing I the morning she looked like she'd been hit in the face, oh yeah she had been. It wasn't too swollen but she wasn't sure she'd be able to hide the black and blue with makeup. Ha...
I was sitting at my desk at work when a memo appeared on top of my "in" basket. I always wondered how these things seemed to just materialize when I'm not looking. I read the title "Management Consulting Team Visit", and thought to myself "oh shit, here come the 'hatchet-men' and followed by whatever the latest buzz-word is for 'down-sizing' or 'right-sizing...
You've probably seen the bumper stickers that says "A bad day skiing beats the best day working". I don't know many skiers who subscribe to this philosophy, and I would keep well clear of those that do. Picture yourself on a steep, icy slope, late in the day when your legs are like jelly and your body aches, when the weather has turned and a bitter wind cuts...
I had a small fermenter running in the lab. It really didn't need to be looked at: it would have been fine until Monday but I needed time to myself to think. My research was going well. My supervisor Alastair McKenzie, was new to the department. He got his doctorate from Heriot Watt in Glasgow and two years ago returned from a postdoctoral fellowship at Sta...