Episode 1: January 6th, 1998 Even before the popularity of his magazines and movies became infamous in the crazy world of sex, Lester Graves had been interested in making his money by exploiting young women. During the long nights as a teenager he dreamed of the most beautiful girls he went to school with, and in these dreams they were his loyal slaves, who...
Joe paused in the vestibule of the convenience store as he prepared to enter through the noisy automatic doors and into a world which seemed all too boring and familiar. He took a brief moment to study his reflection in the glass, distorted by a thin coat of dust and grime which made him feel even more hideous than he already knew he was. A long sigh of frus...
My second experience with Charlie really set be basis for our ongoing relationship. It had been more than a week since I had last seen her walking out of my house and frankly I did not expect to see her again. It was Thursday night. Thursday night is the party night at our university (and almost every other university I have ever been to) because the clubs...
"Come on in," he said in a very solicitous manner, smiling at the young girl. She had a small portfolio with her. When he seated her across from him, she placed it on the corner of his large, impressive desk. He saw her glance about the office, the furnishing, cheap and second-hand, had a superficial appearance of expensive elegance. "I was so glad you cou...
Chapter 17: Another Angel Weekend I woke up on Saturday morning still thinking about what Trish had told me last night. She and Dawn and Rhonda had spent the evening talking, and now we were all going to spend another weekend at our nudist resort with all of our families. Trish told me about how Dawn had gone home last Sunday after being at our house and m...
Episode 3: January 11th, 1998 Lester Graves, owner and founder of the up and coming Tricked Chicks magazine and all around failure in life, was driving a rented emerald green Lexus. It pulled off the street, passed a countless entourage of parked cars, pick up, station wagons, vans and occasional motorcycles, drove past a jewelry store, a book store, a pet...
"George, are you awake?" The drugs had eased the pain, but they made me groggy, too. My eyes opened, and she stood there, looking sad and yet, concerned. "Honey? Did I wake you?" My mouth was dry. I rasped, "No, just resting." She came up closer, by the pillow. "I'm sorry to bother you. I just wanted to see how you were doing. I'm sorry, I'm John's mothe...
Hunter was a cute young man, 19, short haircut, athletic young body, big green eyes and eager to please. He'd come to audition for me; my name is Donna Culkins, and I'm a theater director at the small community playhouse in my little town, a lifelong amateur actor and in my older years, a director. He seemed smitten with me, but that's not totally surprisi...
This is a work of fiction. All names and characters are fictitious. The narrator is a 46 y/o female, we will call Allie. She is divorced, lives alone, has a grown daughter, son-in-law, and year old grandson. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You're joking," I said. "Hear me out. He likes you, trusts you. Maybe he'll tell you what's wrong." The desperation in my long-tim...
They were married. They were always married. Maggie always got there too late, but her intentions were good. She made one last house call to her dear friend. He was always there for her, for whatever she needed. He knew she lived alone and knew she was always in the right frame of mind. That last night was the one he'd remember though. They met in a publi...