“Carlos, turn that down!’ “Ah, but Holly, the Falcons are getting ready to score.” My grades are more important than that damn football game. Turn it down before I come do it for you.” “Holly . . .” “Don’t push me, man, I’m not joking.” “Fine.” “Thanks.” Silence is the only reply I get, and I sigh. I hate being the ogre of the house, but living with f...
We got married right out of college. Since Candy and I both had great jobs, we could afford to do it right. The best man, Bobbie, was my best friend in college and the man who introduced us. He was also her old boyfriend from high school where they made quite a scandal. She was the typical blue-eyed blond most of the boys fantasized about; he was the big, ba...
As I approach my 60th birthday, I have finally taken a few steps to live a healthier lifestyle. My doctor told me there would be many benefits. As Mickey Mantle once said, "If I'd known I was going to live this long, I'd have taken better care of myself." In addition to eating healthier foods, I've done a lot of walking. Maybe I'll work up to jogging, but...
I loved having her small perfect breast in my mouth... But I'm starting this story at the end (or close to the end), instead of the beginning. Beginnings are always so imperfect, though endings can be messy as well. Anyway, in the beginning there was light... Shit. That's probably too far back. Well, unless you count the morning sunlight streaming in th...
My name's Alexander Nwabudikae Morgan Sexton and way too many of my male friends think I'm a damn lucky son of a gun. When I turned 21 I was struck by the Sexton Family Curse: my lips and tongue taste like the best red wine in history to any woman whom I willingly kiss that has ever tasted a red wine before: and will get them drunk like it too. You'd have th...
Jacques Binoche lived on the banks of the mighty St. Lawrence River that runs between Canada and the United States. It was the area dotted with a thousand islands, some just big enough to support a cottage and some large enough for a country estate. His passion was boating and almost every weekend he'd be out of the river, navigating his craft through the m...
"You're sure they aren't here?" "They won't be back until spring to open the campgrounds again. Should we try going over the gate or around it?" I stared at the metal fencing in the darkness. I wondered what kind of fines trespassing carried. I saw a gap on the left side of the fence -- just big enough to squeeze through, if I could get over the chain and...
Chapter six (him) When I came out of my room I saw Jack in the corridor with a handful of girls around him. Jack's a bit of a bad boy, short dark hair, conventionally handsome. Taller than me, and I'm six feet. When there's action on the island he's normally involved. "Come join us in the lounge," he said, "we've got music, pot, girls, what else do we nee...
Chapter 1 I came home from a hard day's work on the construction site, wanting nothing more than to sink into my Lazy Boy, fire up Thursday Night Football, and drink a six-pack of Lonestar, but that wasn't going to happen. It seems my wife of ten years, Agnes, had other plans. She wanted to talk. "You remember my Aunt Martha, who lives in Arkansas?" she a...
*What are the fucking odds?* Imogen clomped down the hall in her Doc Marten knock-offs, sheaf of black hair in her eyes, humming something in a minor key. Outside she could hear the party still going strong -- endless talk and laughter over endless grinding dance music. *Halloween or not, I've got a midterm in six hours, and if I can't make some tea I'll...