This is the third story about a delightful young person who I have written about before in: "The Landlady's Daughter", and "The Landlady's Daughter 2." As I mentioned there, I had studied at a small New England college to be a professor of English, and my very first job as an assistant professor by pure coincidence was at the same small but expensive college...
It was the middle of the summer and I was at one of my best mates' parties; we were all back from University and Dave (my mate) had the house all to himself as his parents were away for the summer. I believe it was the hottest day of the year that the party fell on so for most of the day the 70 or so guests were milling around the back garden, smoking pot an...
May 2008. Beulah United Methodist Church. Bowling Green, Ohio. The old Dairy Queen was located half a mile from downtown Bowling Green on Wooster St., next to the old railroad track. Most people in the area lived out on farms, earning a living from modest harvests, or unemployment benefits, though some owned shops downtown, and some manned those storefront...
Installment 1 - Welcome to my Domain There are those who would say that leading a double life is a stressful thing, a choice made in desperation, something done out of shame or fear. They say that in leading a double life, one cannot find fulfillment in either of their personas. I do not agree. For me, leading a double life allows me to experience the best...
I looked around me in satisfaction; all the moving boxes were emptied and everything packed away neatly. I even managed to hang some pictures already. I slowly turned 360 degrees and looked around. I heaved a big sigh. Small, but it's my new home. Me and my boyfriend had broken up, which forced me to find somewhere smaller to live. The rent for the house w...
They caught my attention about half a block away, walking toward me as I waited at the bus stop. Young, very white, casually dressed with backpacks, obviously European tourists exploring Miami Beach on the cheap. They arrived at the bus stop and inquired which bus to take to North Beach where they were to get a room at a relatively cheap hotel. My guess wa...
My name is Marvin James Brownstone. People call me Big Marvin because I'm a six-foot-one, 260-pound black man. I'm pretty in the face, though thick all over. I've always been a big and tall black man. I'm proud of my body, unlike lots of big folks who got self-esteem and body image issues. I'm healthy and I'm happy. What more could I want? There are certain...
Women have had different opinions of what makes the ideal man. Some prefer the "tall, dark, and handsome" classic; others are attracted to everything from blond surfers types with athletic bodies to mature "silver foxes," offering the potential for stability, muscular bodybuilders, and eye-catching ethnic men, just to name a few. Contrary to popular belief...
Welcome, my dear, welcome. Peace be with you as you enter my lair–excuse me, my store. Isn't it a pleasant evening? Just the right temperature: not too cold, not too warm. I can see you're a little cold, would you like a glass of brandy? Port? No? How about a cup of tea? I have some excellent blends from India. Of course, I drink tea, don't be silly. Who d...
Alice had been having some trouble with her classes at university and after a meeting with her guidance counsellor it was agreed that she needed to have some extra tutoring in order to achieve a passable grade before the end of the semester. Alice was young, she had just turned 20, but she had a very mature head on her shoulders and it was for this reason th...