The form letter flatly stated that my grade point average had fallen below the University's prerequisite for living on campus, so it was either apply for special dispensation, or find an apartment. I decided that four years in residence was more than enough for this girl, and hit the want ads that very afternoon. My friends thought I had lost my mind when I...
PART 1: A New Hope *** Pen in hand, I sat down again. I wanted to keep moving. My cheeks itched just a bit where the tears had dried. The rumpled napkin was still sitting on the table just where I'd left it. "That's all right. Happens to everyone. Just two more. Right here, and right here." Quickly, I scribbled where the man told me. Then with a sigh, I...
Foreword There is not much sex in this story, but it is very much in the loving wives tradition. Actually, unlike many stories in this category, it's about a loving wife, although you may beg to disagree. If it's not for you, move on. My thanks are to the long-dead Chekhov, who wrote a great short story called The Duel. One: Bad news day Stan breathed ou...
This story is a request from Carin. For many years she was not happy with what she was or who she was, but today Carin wants the world to know she is very content with the young woman she has become. * Carin was a beautiful young woman who was puzzled by her inner feelings. She was 19 and desperately wanted to understand her most intimate emotions. All thr...
What Friends Are For Cindy had been living with us for over a year when her divorce became final. I continued to work days, while Julie (my wife) and Cindy continued to work 12-hour night shifts as nurses in a small labor and delivery unit. The up side to this arrangement was that Julie maximized her income and she was off 7 days every two weeks. The down s...
Introduction Well, here it is. The last part. Before I say more, I want to take the opportunity to thank all of you who have read this and taken time to comment on it. These stories are the only practice I get writing anything other than appellate briefs and legal pleadings, and it's nice to know how I'm doing. So to all of you, readers and commenters alike...
"How was Jason?" Dawn fished in her purse for her wallet. "He was an angel, of course!" Amber had flounced in from the living room as soon as we entered the house, carrying a depleted bag of Cheetohs and a Diet Coke, which she set on the counter. "We played games until eight and then I put him to bed. I had to read him Bedtime Bear three times. He uses the...
Too young, that's what Jan had told him, that first summer. They were too young to be so serious. Yes, she loved him, but she wanted the summer off. They should date other people over the summer. Well, she had been very young, that first summer. She was one of those city girls who had skipped a grade. He'd met her for lunch, somehow there had been a mutual...
Buffy, Michael, Xander, and Anya sat in Xander’s basement. The Michael and Xander were sitting on the sofa, with the Anya and Buffy sitting on the floor each in front of her respective boyfriend. They were watching TV, except Buffy, who had a book in her lap and was engrossed in it. Xander was holding the TV remote. Anya’s right arm was in a sling. “Wish I...
If there is a hell, I imagine it's a lot like Mondays. Every week, without respite, this torture visits me and everyone on this bus. The man standing next to me smells like rotten bananas. The woman in front of me is liberating some new form of life from her left nostril, and a child nearly puked on my shoes on the walk here. I might be in a sour mood, but...