No one liked Drunk Greg. Sober Greg was great; everyone loved Sober Greg. However, Drunk Greg? The exact opposite. His jokes got worse ("What's the difference between a Jew and a pizza? A pizza doesn't scream when you stick it in the oven!"), and he laughed louder at them. His hands started getting a little too friendly with anything above an A cup, and som...
Being set in his ways made renting a room in his small house harder than it should have been, the last lodger had brought this particular aspect of his character home to him with an unwelcome bump. Now, a little wiser and thus more cautious he opened the door to Sarah, who, in marked contrast to the 6 foot chippie she was replacing seemed as nervous as he....
---The Games--- The Games are a yearly event where five randomly selected eighteen-year-olds are required to compete for survival. The theme varies from year to year, but the conclusion of the Games forever constant. One player remains alive, the others having failed to prove themselves worthy. The fate of this final contestant rests in the hands of the mas...
As I sat in my unmarked car up on the third floor of the parking garage I glanced at my watch. It was 1:02AM. "Hey detective, when are these guys supposed to show up again?" said one of the uniforms sitting in the car with me. "They should be here now." I said looking at the drug dealer leaning against a pillar waiting for his daily delivery of Climax. "I...
Morning broke into Shawna's room and stabbed her in the eyes as she slept. She squinted against the assault as she gathered her senses. She threw an arm over her eyes to block the sun, her shirt flashed white as the silk covered her face. The pulses and pressure behind her eyes clouded out anything close to rational thought for a few moments longer. Her mo...
It had been a couple weeks since Suzanne had seen old Tom, the black janitor who raped her in the church kitchen. She was afraid to be by herself in church, so she always left with a group so he couldn't trap her again. She had not mentioned the rape to a soul because of the shameful way she allowed him to take her and because of the way her body reacted to...
[I jumped at the sound of the door slamming, as I didn't hear the click of the lock releasing...] Earlier, He called me as I was on the way to His hotel. He had to leave for work training, but I was to be there when He got back both for lunch and when work was over. He called me up and told me precisely what was to be told to the hotel receptionist in order...
She faces the wall, feet spread until she has to balance on her toes, arches taut with tension. He lifts her hands and presses them to the painted plaster – he doesn't need to tell her to leave them in place. They've done this so many times before; he doesn't need to tell her anything. She barely breathes as he undoes his jeans, the belt buckle clattering to...
"How's life, Steve? You look troubled," Ayesha Abdulmajid said as she looked pensively at the big and tall young black man who lay in her arms. Steve looked at Ayesha and gently stroked her lovely face, running his hand through her long, curly black hair. From the moment he first laid eyes on her inside that Tim Horton's one frosty December morning in the Ci...
The next morning, breakfast was tense. Peyton could practically feel Caleb's heat from across the table, the hunger in his body reflected openly in his gaze. Getting through breakfast was a challenge, and her mother's moody behavior didn't help things either. Something had put Lola in a mood, which only added to Peyton's worry. "Do you work today, Caleb?"...