Tommy decided he wanted to accompany to the mall. I didn’t mind really, although I wasn’t sure why he wanted to go. So, in my rather blunt fashion, I asked him. “I just want to see what you do there,” Tommy replied. I laughed to myself, because I don’t really *do* anything when I go,
Out here at “beautiful” Pebble Creek U. (a.k.a. the State U. of New York at Stony Brook, home of mud and fluffies), we have a fairly active science fiction club, the Science Fiction Forum. Now, in addition to the standard library and games and MUDding and whatnot, we have some pretty wild people. Most of
At age 65, I retired, ending a 45-year obsession with work. I had always thought that this would be the time when I should try again to form some kind of romantic relationship, and I took up reading the personal ad- vertisements. Nothing much came of this, as no one I was interested in seemed
“Marlene wondered if you’d ever mentioned a threesome,” said Candy. “Why would I?” I said. “I’ll tell you in a second,” Candy said. “I told her you never did, and she was surprised because she said all men want a threesome. Is that right?” “Probably right, most men have imagined it at one time or
Polly and I have had a good marriage for four years now, although lately she’s been hinting about starting a family. Oh, I want one as well, but I think we must be sure we can afford one. I’m making a decent salary at this stage, but we just bought a house and I’m not
“Asshole!” “Yep. And you love watching it get fucked – don’t you?” I grinned back at my wife. “Only fair. You can’t seem to get enough of mine.” She smiled lazily at me. “I’d kiss you for that but I seem to be tied up for the moment…” I jerked a thumb over my shoulder