The rest of the week passed uneventfully. Fred returned Friday. He noticed nothing, even when they had sex Saturday night. She couldn't help comparing him with her teenage lover. Poor Fred didn't measure up in any way. Eight days later when Fred had taken off on another trip she was wondering when she would hear from Tim. When she got back from taking Fred...
Monday night, in bed Dear V Drove in early this morning from the lake to get to my temporary job, the trial. The stately manner with which it proceeds, punctuated by long pauses, is beginning to get on my nerves. The lawyers and judges are constantly having little private conversations about what is allowable and what isn't for us delicate jurors to hear....
During college, I tutored high school students for a few extra dollars. The subject I always excelled in was math, for some reason, it just came easy to me. It all started by accident really. A couple summers before I had worked with a small construction company who needed a "grunt" while building a customhouse. The owner of the company, Robert, was a real...
ROADTRIPS Early on, Dollie flashed from our cars and motorcycle many places. Taking road trips without the motorhome or pulling an RV was also fun. By now the kids were either staying home because camping was boring at that age or they were working. Our youngest, a daughter, and a girlfriend or two swapped parents for weekends or weeks at a time. Sometim...
Brad was enjoying his little break from reality that night. He and Khaled played some pool and threw money into the jukebox to hear songs they could have heard on the radio for free. The alcohol had thinned out his blood and acted like an analgesic on his body and his mind. In his drunken haze, he found himself stealing longer and more frequent glances at th...
Copyright 2011 by madengineer3 This is largely a true story. Names and locations have been changed, but the facts are correct. I hope that this father's loss will warn others in similar circumstances. * My name is Henry, the last name doesn't count. I have worked in industries that require applied physical sciences for most of my adult life. Don't misjudg...
White women are overrated. And they're not my standard of beauty. Black women are my standard of beauty. There, I said it. And I mean it with every fibre of my being. This is coming from me, Samuel Xavier. A proud bisexual Black man who's bedded women and men of all races before coming to this shocking conclusion. I just wanted to let the world know how I fe...
Cataldo wonder if one of his friends had slipped him a psychotropic drug, for what he and Mel had just experienced had to be the result of one such action. It all started at his families garage , when several men had attacked a group of men outside its doors, then had rushed in and grabbed the two of them, , throwing them in to a van and screeching away. Th...
My name is James Nazarene. I'm a tall young black man living in the city of Boston. I moved to America from the Republic of Haiti a few years ago. Recently, I graduated from Northeastern University with a bachelor's degree in criminal justice. Someday soon, I'm going to be a police officer. I've already gotten accepted into the Boston Police Academy. I know...
Steph rolled over to check the clock. 8:00 AM. She didn't know why, but for some reason today she couldn't sleep in. It was a Saturday and she had been out drinking all night. The end of the night was blurry, and she'd had lots of guys trying to go home with her as usual, but lately she'd been feeling more picky. She grabbed her phone and went to scroll thro...