"Ted, you got it wrong. Sure I feel for Judy, but I am not in love with that lady. Love feels different."  I think I have told him that at least three times, but he always came up with new arguments."I don't care what you call it, infatuation, affection, fondness, or whatever; I say you are in love with this lady. I speak from experience, my friend." I guess he does have some experience. Ted has been married three times.B...

It was eight thirty when my doorbell rang. As I opened the door and looked at the faces of my neighbors, it was obvious that they came for a change of scenery and maybe, some moral support."Hi, sorry to barge in on you so late," apologized Isabel, but we just had to see you for a few minutes and talk to someone like you to refresh ourselves. We are worn to a frazzle.""You definitely need a refresher, and I have one. I jus...

This story should be so very easy to write. After all, I am a professional. I am a free lance contributor to a number of well respected magazines and there are only two main characters to the story. So this should be a piece of cake, right?I will start with myself. As I said, I write for a living, a precarious living at that. At my age of twenty eight I am still in excellent shape due to my four years with the US Army Spe...

It was a different Judy I held in my arms. She was not the loving, sweet, and cuddly Judy tonight. She had changed to a voracious female animal that demanded to be possessed. There was a wildness about her that I had never experienced.I had felt it as she walked in the door. She didn't close it, she slammed it shut. She did not wait for me to embrace her and welcome her back from her sightseeing tour, instead she crushed...

Jealousy and suspicion are terrible diseases and I fervently hope that I am now cured. I know when the cure happened. I can tell you the exact date and even the time of day when I was cured. I remember it vividly.Telling my story makes me uncomfortable because it brings up memories I would rather leave buried. I don't like to hold up the faults in my character for everyone to see. But I also feel that I have an obligation...

When she emerged from the shadowy side street to Wilson Blvd.,  she hesitated for a split second, before continuing to he corner, where she turned right and leisurely sauntered past the drugstore entrance. Once past the doors she shopped and took up her position next to the doors, leaning against the building. She did not smile at the men as they walked past her, but she made a one second long eye contact with each, which...

"Dad, I have to make a confession, but I believe something good will come of it.It really is no secret that your marriage to Melissa is in shambles. You even sleep in separate bedrooms. This was such a happy house in the beginning. You married a vivacious, beautiful young lady who could easily be my sister and I was looking forward so much to a cheerful household again after Mom had passed away. It is so obvious that your...

The coffee at this restaurant was said to be good, and it might be for someone used to the usual American coffee. I am from Europe, and I am used to GOOD coffee. My favorite is Mocha Java, the coffee I brew at home. Most visitors gladly accept the mini carafe of hot water I serve them with their cup of coffee so they can dilute the taste and the color.But Freddie and I were not here for the coffee. We had just met at the...

John Walker was not a small man but he was almost dwarfed by the company's CEO. John always had a little squeamish feeling when he talked with Mr. Offenbach. As a fairly tall man himself he was not used to look up to someone else's eyes and therefore he was always slightly irked by the fact that he had to do so when he had to talk to Offenbach while standing. Jim Offenbach skillfully steered the conversation to the object...

The two women stood in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room, appraising each other. They had heard bits and pieces about each other here and there. Now they were face to face for the first time. Samantha at once felt at ease, she could feel Jessica's warmth and was sure that they could become close friends in a very short time despite what had transpired during the last three weeks. During this time Jessica...

The man and the young woman were holding hands as they were leisurely walking to the baggage claim area. Many eyes followed them, which was understandable. The man was tall and wide shouldered with just a hint of a distant black relative in his face. Most people would assume him to be about 45 years old, and they would be just one year off. His name was George.The lady at his side could almost, but not quite, be called pe...

I knew the female's voice. I was absolutely certain. But somehow I could not believe what my ears told me; all she had said was 'Here is four hundred'. That was enough to tell me who spoke the words. What was my wife doing here? She was supposed to be at a hen party tonight and this was not a hen party. This was the Grand Hotel where most of the conventions took place.The man's voice I was not familiar with, it was new to...

I watched her closely as she stood at the front of the little stage looking out into the audience. The stage was less than eighteen inches higher than the small dance floor in front of it. There were no more than ten tables, each with two double wide comfortable chairs, that might even be classed as divans or love seats. All were occupied by couples, nestling down into the deep and soft upholstery. My being here was the r...