The girl behind the counter at Victoria’s Secret looked like she could not be more than sixteen, maybe seventeen. yet she filled out the scant Santa’s Helper dress suit with obvious perfection. Christmas red, with fluffy white trim edging the low-cut bodi...
I had had it. What a week. Finally, it’s Friday, and … my birthday. I couldn’t help but smile as I walked out of the office. I got on the train at 33rd, headed for my apartment in the Village. The Yankees were playing and I hoped to catch the last few inn...
She was beautiful, in her own way. She didn’t have that classic beauty that turns heads or commands the attention of a room full of people upon entering. For Connie, it was more the clean poetic beauty, features like those of Jennifer Anston, made exotic...
“Excuse me, mister, can you help me?” The man walked on by the van as if he didn’t hear me. I tried to shift in my seat a little, enough to turn the window crank with my knee. If I could get it down, even just a bit more, then maybe the next man could hea...
