Clara went to work as usual, she sat at her desk and commenced work a little nervously, but after a while she became absorbed in her typing and forgot all the apprehension that had built up during her bus trip to work that morning. By morning tea time her boss Evan passed by her desk
I had an opportunity to visit my sister last fall when an oddball assignment took me to Texas. I don’t usually like to leave New York in the fall. To my way of thinking it’s the nicest time of the year to be in the city, but I accepted anyway, as I had not seen
Tammie Edwins was not your typical librarian. She didn’t wear her hair up in a bun, didn’t wear glasses, full-length shapeless dresses and heels, didn’t squint or purse her lips, didn’t have dishwater skin like parchment, and was not middle-aged. On the contrary, she was in her mid-twenties, had long flowing honey-colored hair, deep green
I was out at my usual hangout when I spotted my ex- girlfriend Julia at the other end of the bar. I hadn’t seen her in at least a year. Julia had been an oddity for me, as far as sexual partners go. I usually go for the pale, cute, petite, sensitive and submissive girls.
It was a nice walk, I thought as we strolled back up the hill to our hotel, which was in fact an old historic Victorian with a sweeping view of the Puget Sound. We could still hear the slightly drunken chatter of the wedding we’d just left and while it was fun and your old
It was just another card game with the boys when Brad said something weird. “Oh, fuck! My wife is going to kill me!” he suddenly exclaimed. “What the hell are you talking about?” asked Joe. Brad’s young wife Bobbi was the most timid and woman around. Not like Paul’s wife. She had just wandered through
You could hear the calming whispers of the air passing by our windows, exhaling into our mouths, my wife’s in particular. The October birds and plants were abound on either sides of the road, and the ominous blue and purple hue of the sunset was painted across the waking starry night sky. The gentle tapping
I fucking hate my ex. What a bitch! I sometimes wonder why we ever got together, except that I was desperate for a fuck and she threw herself at me. Fortunately that resulted in the only good thing in my life, my daughter, Jessie. I tried to stick with her mother for her sake, but