Lucinda woke first in the morning. The men still lay cuddled against her, their hands on her breasts. She lifted them off gently and slid down to the foot of the bed. She got up and looked at where she had lain. A yellow crust of semen had hardened on th...
Saturday morning, Lucinda woke to sunlight slicing into the bedroom around the slats in the blinds. It looked like rays from a film projector, and for a moment she thought she was dreaming, in a movie being projected onto the bedroom walls. She heard the...
Clue number one: Furtive, whispered conversations on his cell phone over the past three weeks, some of them very late at night. Clue number two: A box of six pink French-tickler condoms she’d found buried in his underwear drawer, beneath his novelty boxer...
It sounded easy, but wait till I tell you. Me and Jake O’Leary had just finished up a short-time bid for a bad-check beef at Warm Springs, a min-security bucket in Carson City, and through some scams we’d scraped together close to three thousand bucks, bu...
“Oh please, sir, not tonight.” James Abernathy had raised the girl’s skirts and petticoats to her waist and was about to push her onto the bed she had just folded down at the House of the Seven Gables. “Why not?” he said. “It’s the hanging, sir, up on Gal...
“So, Mr. and Mrs. Flatberry…” Darnell Holmes eyed the mismatched white couple sitting across the desk from him. “How may I help you?” The gaunt fiftyish-looking man to his right, dressed in a red plaid blazer and wearing thick bifocals, said, “Well, Dr. H...
