He was a hard-working dwarf, content with his life. The only thing that made him unhappy was the evil queen. Her name was Oana, and Nicu was not angry at her for throwing him around. That was part of the act. He had learned to live with humiliation early. His father toughened him up as
I got out of my car, an old ’96 beat up Chevy Blazer that I kept around for occasions like this. I loved these passionate encounters with Nick, but I always kept my safety in the back of my mind. The less he knew about the real me, the better. My real name is Rebecca,
Marshall blinked in the bright light, shut his eyes, then opened them and slowly lifted his head. All he saw was blue and white. He was in a room with white walls and a blue floor, and he was lying on the floor. It didn’t feel like a floor because it was soft and springy.
It was in the late 70’s and I was visiting my cousin in the south during spring break. The worst of the segregation issues were over but there was still tension in that area. I had longish hair and was very buff as a member of my schools swim team, but was out of action
“You know Margie, that hot new woman in my department?” said Bert. “The one who’s your boss?” said Winnie. “Not exactly,” said Bert. “She reports to my boss, too, but at a higher level, and sometimes I have to work for her on a project. But that’s the one. I have been lusting for her
“I’m exhausted,” said Vernon as he pulled the car door shut. “I just want to go home, Selma. It was hotter than hell out there, but the coach made us do the full two-a-days. I’m going to eat something fast and fall into bed. “We have to stop at my house first,” said Selma. “No!”