“That guy is just so weird,” Brenda explains into the phone. “What did he do this time,” Lori asks, a hint of interest in her voice. “Well, we were working on something in my cubical,” Brenda starts off slowly. She tended to be very slow, and thurough. “And…” Lori’s impatience coming out. “Well, I don’t
I’ll admit it: the first six months after my divorce I was like a blind dog on Viagra , ready, willing, and able to jump on anything female. You see, I’d been married for almost 10 years to a good-looking but very uptight and very frigid woman; at 37, I was finally free and clear
Who would have thought that something as simple as a phone call, could turn into a moment of pleasure to be remembered for the rest of your life? A couple of years ago I was working in a small convenience store. My boss was this lovely voluptuous divorced woman in her forties. She had a
It was easily one of the very worst days of my entire fucking life. All week I’d been thinking and dreaming about my Saturday night date with Lynda Griffith. You don’t know her, of course, but you probably know somebody a lot like her. Most guys here at State would kill for the chance to