The small ad caught Joy’s eye on the morning of January 5th as she was sorting through the various sections of the New York Times. She read it, paused, reread it. She chuckled softly, turned to the front page, and read about the downing of two Libyan planes as she downed her toast and coffee.
My wife Sarah and I have always had a good sex life. Both of us were in our late 30’s and we routinely had sex three to four times a week even after having two kids. Standing at 5’1″ with dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes Sarah’s body was quite sexy for a woman
Chantelle hated Tokyo. The meeting that she’d planned for so long was a complete bust. There was supposed to be equality in Japan but no-one had gotten round to telling the Japanese that. There were glass ceilings everywhere. She’d seen perfectly competent women being forced to serve Tea to complete idiots just because they happened
“Colombia? As in drug cartels?!?” My voice rose an octave and a half as my boss revealed himself to be an alien from the planet Moron. “Who goes to Colombia? Do you realize that country’s on the State Department’s ‘don’t go there’ list?” I continued in the same vein for a few minutes before allowing
What does a reasonably active professional man of 60, full head of hair and reasonably libido do when made redundant? In my case it was a case of being realistic and finding any job that pays the bills. So when I saw this ad for a mature concierge porter/handyman, I thought why not?’ After submitting