My hubby Mark's brother, Paul, came over to borrow a tool for fixing a valve. Mark was in St. Louis. They always shared tools. Paul knew where to look when Mark wasn't around. When I answered the door, he disappeared downstairs and emerged with an L-shaped rod. Feeling lonely, I offered him a beer. We took two to the living room and chatted for an hour. I wasn't the only lonely one. Paul's Sharon was in England. I grabbed...

April 1, 2000 CH. 8 Note: I am dealing with two people. Andy, the man who died. Andi, the teenager whose body Andy is trapped in. In the story, I use first-person singular (I, me, my, mine) for Andy’s thoughts and third-person feminine singular (she, her, hers, herself) for Andi’s body. Eventually, I will refer to both Andy’s thoughts and Andi’s body in the first person singular. Although this is a fictitious story (or is...

You wrap your arms around yourself, one hand spread across your bare collarbones, the other hugging your waist. Your chemise is so soft beneath your fingertips that it feels like nothing but air. Your attendants have gone, and you’ve never felt so exposed. Sudsy bathwater feels more like clothing than this drape of ivory fabric, free of adornment save for the embroidery hugging your chest. Cap sleeves barely cover your sh...

We knew from the weather reports that the approaching storm would be a bad one. We were expecting lightning, strong winds, but hopefully no property damage. We lived in an older house that was built sturdy and could withstand strong winds, but I was more worried about downed trees. Our property was tucked into a valley amid rolling hills and hardwood forests. My wife and I moved to the property last year to get away from...

Naya had a motto that she didn't spell out out loud, but she didn't hide either: she was down to try anything. However, there was one thing she wouldn't allow herself: anal sex. I wasn’t ashamed to admit my anal fetish. Naya didn’t say no; on the contrary, she made me promise that I would go in slowly so it wouldn’t hurt. But then she started stalling. She never actually gave up her ass. She was never ready. Was it all ju...

With the sun setting behind them, Cal’s truck pulled up to the door of their motel room. The man exited the truck, then opened the back door, pulling out his suitcase. On the other side of the vehicle, Andi grabbed the shopping bags full of clothes Cal had bought for her, along with the new suitcase they picked up earlier in the day when they stopped for dinner. A few moments later, the two stepped into the cool air of th...

I was back to staring at my watch again. Twelve minutes had passed since the last time I checked. I looked down at my phone. The agency sent me a text earlier in the day, confirming all of the details. Then an hour ago, she called and told me she was on her way. That was the first time I’d heard her voice. She said she’d be here by 9. It was 8:37. I was still sweating, and I’d already showered twice. Once before I left ho...

My hubby Mark's brother, Paul, came over to borrow a tool for fixing a valve. Mark was in St. Louis. They always shared tools. Paul knew where to look when Mark wasn't around. When I answered the door, he disappeared downstairs and emerged with an L-shaped rod. Feeling lonely, I offered him a beer. We took two to the living room and chatted for an hour. I wasn't the only lonely one. Paul's Sharon was in England. I grabbed...