It was during an end-of-the-semestercleaning when Matthew found the silk black rose he'd put in Anna's hair so long ago hiding at the bottom of his backpack. He recognized it the moment he saw it there - smashed and dirty from half a year's worth of neglect and his propensity to abuse his belongings. He twisted the rose in his hand, the image of when he last saw it in her curled red hair instantly leaping to mind. It was...

By Sunday, Debra has returned to her real life. Her weekend with me had only been a brief game. I stand alone in my kitchen, drinking coffee and watching the city through my window. The wet Virginia heat is auditioning for a lead role in hell today. Perhaps it's time visit the north. I could go to New York and see about the will and visit my brother and his family while I'm at it. I mull over the details of my trip while...

Two hundred thousand years of human evolution and this is what I'm doing with it - sitting in a cracked bathtub with a faded plastic tumbler of boxed wine in one hand, a damp cigarette in the other, and a pretty little red head in a gossamer nurse's outfit cradling my cock between her lips. My forefather's would be proud. My dad's prized replica Titanic relic, a little bronze mermaid - an ever present reminder that shit c...