It was almost a month since we had fucked. I'll call it what it is, because there has always been something primal about our lovemaking. This is a record for us. Normally, we'd have a good session every Sunday morning, since he worked until midnight every Friday and Saturday night, and worked Monday through Friday during the day. But this month things kept getting in the way. First, Charlie had to work dispatching on Satu...

{Dear Dennis, I'm thinking about you as I attempt once more to paint your picture. This is the 8th canvas. Oh, well, I can always put jesso over them and paint another picture. It should be easy, thinking about what we had, but I just can't seem to get it right. I put your details in AI from my memory, and your picture was generated perfectly. I don't know what I am doing wrong. Remember art class, and me getting in troub...

Sarai, Mary's best friend, had just turned 16, and was summoned before her father, Levi. “I've found a suitable husband for you, my daughter. You will be betrothed to him soon.” Two weeks later, after the end of the Sabbath, Sarai was swiftly guided through the courtyard, her heart pounding as a glimpse of a chuppah—a beautifully adorned canopy—caught her eye in the yard. Sarai was led to the main room, where her mother,...