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D’Amcico’s Corner Lounge was as full as it ever got on a Thursday afternoon. Pete D’Amico, owner and bartender, was in his usual spot, behind the bar talking with Lou Abitante. Lou was in his usual spot, end stool farthest from the door, beer in hand and words pouring out of his mouth. The only other person in the joint was an older gentleman, impeccably dressed, seated on the stool nearest the door. He sipped cognac while staring intently out of the front window towards the street. “Ask him!” urged Lou. “Go ahead, Pete, ask him!” The “him” Lou referred to was the well-dressed man who was so obviously out…

[This is my entry to the 2010 Halloween event, so please VOTE and vote BIG. ] * We arrived early at Steve and Laura’s home at 1900, when it would normally still be light out. But the rolling thunder and heavy clouds darkened the skies. Thick bursts of eerie, twisted lightning briefly and repeatedly lit up the muggy night. Crashing, earsplitting thunder followed many seconds later so we knew the lightning was actually miles away and not a threat. As we opened the creaky tombstone gate, we could hear the cliched, yet still effective drones of THRILLER blasting. The rain wasn’t far behind so we hustled the last few steps…

“Welcome to Montserrat, Sir, Madam. Your good names please?” “I am Mr. James Ghiwhite, and this is my daughter Mrs. Sarah Edward. We – actually, she and her husband were supposed to – want to stay here for a week; I believe it was previously arranged.” “Oh, yes. Here it is – your reserved room is HMP 2.” The desk clerk, whose nameplate pegged him as Charlie, rang a bell. Almost instantly, a young boy of not more than sixteen came out of the back room. Charlie motioned towards the baggage. “Take these to HMP 2.” I did not understand why the bellboy gave me a funny look. Granted, I…

It was late Friday, almost quitting time. The week had dragged on like a bad movie rerun. Everything seemed to go wrong with the transition to the new computer system. On Monday, orders were lost and never printed in the warehouse. Tuesday, they printed but with the wrong addresses and were shipped to wrong customers. Wednesday was an all night affair correcting the mistakes of Tuesday. The experts came in on Thursday, and after another late night dinner at the office everything seemed to be running smoothly Friday Morning. Finally, Roger could see the light at the end of the tunnel. At thirty-five years old, he was experienced in all…

Ethan stopped the GTO in front of Darien’s house and shut off the motor. The blinds in the big front window were open and the light from the television flickered on the wall. He let out a deep breath. He hated coming here. He walked up to the house and knocked on the screen door. The inside door was open and Darien’s father was on the couch in his undershirt with a can of beer in one hand and a bag of potato chips in the other. His glazed eyes stared at the television. Ethan knocked but he didn’t respond. He knocked again and finally Darien’s father turned to look.…

It all seemed to come down to her nipples. Oh, it never started there, certainly. She hardly ever evinced what one would conventionally interpret as desire. She wasn’t given to frequent or overt displays of affection, even in private. And if she was ever horny, she was as reticent about it as a Vulcan would be about premature ejaculation. Indeed, getting her “started” was oftentimes akin to lighting a match at the bottom of the Marianas Trench. But when she did get started, she could be pretty darned hot. And her nipples were usually the tip-off. When you live with a woman long enough, even one as guarded as she…

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. I rolled over in bed looking at the caller ID. In the background I could hear the sound of the shower running. Rob was busy getting ready for work, it was 6:15. I knew without even looking that the only person who would call me at this ungodly hour would be Susan. And sure enough it was. “What’s up?” I answered still sounding sleepy. “I hope I woke you,” she laughed. “I hate that you get to sleep in and the rest of us all have to get up early and go to work.” “So get a real job,” I…

I was now almost 25 years old, married with 3 kids, a conservative and sheltered past, and two men besides my husband under my belt so to speak. I had discovered the power of my sexuality. My husband Tom had discovered his strong passion for hearing about me being sexually involved with another man. I still wrestled with the complications this caused for me in resolving this new me with the old fashioned girl I used to be. In the eight years since my high school cheerleader days, my body had actually gotten better as I filled out a little in the right spots. My hair was long and flowing…

Sitting at the bar I notice him. He’s beautiful. Gorgeous eyes, dark brown hair, and a tan complexion. I try not to keep looking his way as he is with a couple of men, but I can’t help myself. As I turn to order another drink I catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye and see him walking my way. I quickly start to suck down the drink through a tiny black bar straw and then I feel a hand on the small of my back, barely… but there. I turn to see his face and he leans in and introduces himself. “Hello, I’m Ethan.” I’m completely…

Our local community center has an exercise gym, where I work out four times a week. Because I am self-employed, I can choose any time of day to go, and I’ve learned when the place is more or less empty, and I can use whatever machines I want at whatever moment I want. This past Tuesday I arrived at such a time, and things were even more quiet than usual. There was only one clerk at the information counter, and I had never seen her before. I can say that with certainty, because one glance was enough to know I would not forget this girl any time soon. She was…