I was leaning over the bookings diary, set on the bar counter before me and contemplating the various make-work jobs I could invent to keep myself and the staff on tonight's roster busy throughout what was certain to be another dead Wednesday night in The...
A girl burst from the ensuite bathroom built into the front portion of the two-bed college dorm, where I found myself tied to a chair; the flush of her skin and the sheer excitement of her pose made it obvious she’d been hiding in the bathroom listening t...
Same bus. Same time. Same Story. Different week. Ever since my little encounter on the bus about a month ago, I’ve actually found myself volunteering to lock up the bar I worked in on Thursday nights – the local student night – on the off chance I’d again...
“Hi, sorry,” a female voice called from the aisle beside me, “… Sorry!” It was late, I was tired from working my shift at the bar, and the last thing I needed was some drunk disturbing me on the bus home. I kept my eyes set firmly on the pages of my book...
The weather was just too hot, there was no way you could stay inside, and a fine day in Dublin was so rare, that you had to take advantage of it. It was part of Irish culture; on the one sunny day you got each year, you had to get out and go for a full bu...
“Chris, do you remember my friend Hillary?” Becky called to me from the kitchen. “The one with the nice arse,” I replied, raising my voice above its natural level, so I could be heard from across large open plan living area, where I was just packing my c...
“Are you sure about this?” I asked her. It didn’t really need to be pointed out that Johnny, her husband, had only left the room for beer, chips and dips, but I still felt the need to state the painfully obvious, “I mean…” Lisa looked up from where she’d...
“Peter, I need a favour,” I looked up from my work at the sound of my office door opening, smiling when I saw it was Kelly closing the door behind her. My smile was a natural reaction, the sort any red-blooded male had whenever a beautiful woman entered t...
Flight Time – Cabin service with a smile. I never like to fly, even intercity Europe was too much for me, so this long-haul flight, as with every other, had me standing or walking around at every possible opportunity. It didn’t matter that everyone else w...
