Chapter 3 -- Happy Divorcees Most women would have spent the first few weeks after a nasty, acrimonious divorce drinking, crying, putting on a brave face or eating a lot of Haagen Dazs. Sharon Beachum did none of those things. She packed up her things, moved out of the condo she had shared with her asshole ex and bought a nicer, newer home on 9th Avenue, cl...
Catherine's face turned flush. "Are you sure? There must be some sort of mistake." "I'm sorry Cathy," the manager replied. "You're a terrific person. You really are. But the job was seasonal. We made that clear from the start." Catherine was still wearing her waitressing outfit at the restaurant. The 19 year old college student had a dumbfounded look on h...
I stared at the calendar with great anxiety. That time of year had once again arrived. Our anniversary was one week away and my wife let me know it with a big red circle around the date on the calendar in our kitchen. I must have gone into shock as I was standing there because I no longer heard our children, as they ate breakfast before school, nor did I h...
The Range Rover SUV pulled into the driveway of the mansion and Aishwarya Rai stepped out alone. She was fuming, feeling angry and humiliated at the way she had been treated by her husband Abhishek Bachchan and her in-laws. Trouble had been brewing recently, when some news reports emerged that Aishwarya Rai had been close to Randeep Hooda, her co-star from...
My name is Janice, but everyone except my grandparents calls me Jay or J. I originally wrote this story 10 years ago when I was 20 years old. It was published on a couple of sites back then. At the time it was my little secret admission of guilt, like a Catholic confession of sorts. A few years ago I came across it again online and saw that it was too br...
Sandi, the young, tattooed, college intern who worked at the reception desk, greeted us with a perky, "Hi Linda, Hi Eric," when we walked into the Art League office. "You're here early again." "Hi, Sandi. We just want to warm up and practice some new poses before everyone arrives. I hope that's OK," I replied. It was quarter past nine on Saturday morning, a...
Note: This is the first part of a two part story. It didn't take Zack long to recover after splitting from his wife. Within a couple of months he could be seen going around with a curvaceous Filipino-American girl named Natasha who was considerably younger than him. His best friend Mike still hadn't met Natasha, and Zack had been just dying to show her of...
The next morning, after a somewhat fitful night of sleep, we awoke before dawn. As we showered together, I asked Tracy, "are you sure you're up to this?" She thought for a moment. "Yes," she said simply. "I'm nervous and excited at the same time, but ever since that day in Athens, I've been thinking about doing something like this, and I'm not going to pass...
It was 5:00 before I realized it. The day had passed so quickly, but Derek and I had gotten a lot accomplished. I strode back to the storage room where Derek was still working. I told him the time and I was leaving for the day. He told me to have a nice evening and he’d see me tomorrow. I said “good night” not really anxious to leave. I drove home slow...
The true story I am telling here commenced about 4 years ago and came at the instigation of my best friend, Suzie, whom I had known since our early school days. It all began when Suzie offered to pay for a very expensive night out together when we had one of our rare evenings away from our husbands. Both husbands are very loving and easygoing men, but it wa...