When Bill got home, he was surprised to see the front door open a crack. He thought he had fixed the latch to keep the door shut tightly. He saw the water delivery guy had brought about six bottles and he carried them in from the front porch.He had a glass of water in the kitchen and wondered where his wife was. It was about 11:00 am, and he often stopped home for a snack, or to check the mail in between client meetings.H...

"Holy fuck!" I shouted to myself as I got out into the cold. The first-morning breeze shot through my coat and clothes like a lance. I rushed toward the rental vehicle and slammed the door closed behind me. "Damn, it's fucking cold!"  Samantha had picked out the rental vehicle. Yesterday I picked it up. I was surprised that she had picked a large sports utility vehicle. It had more than enough room for just the two of us...

At the restaurant, Thomas and Sophie waited impatiently for Michalis to arrive and give Sophie the license. The time neared five thirty.   “Where is that guy?” Michalis fretted. “TC is about to arrive!”   Half past five. The door opened. And in came—   “Oh no,” Thomas panicked, “too late!”   —Michalis.   Thomas exhaled in relief. “Hey! What took you so long?”   “Ehh...” Michalis' eyes rolled down and right as he recalled...

They crossed that desolated city square of Athens. The moon played games with the clouds and the street lights flickered.  Michalis, one of the main protagonists of this story, asked Thomas, “But why did you accept his bet? The odds are against us!” “You know very well Michali that I had no choice! TC is going to keep his word anyway.” “You are way too naïve, Thomas,” Michalis said. Thomas, who was a good friend of Michal...

I hold Jen close as she sobs. I make empathetic noises, although I feel at a loss in how to help her. Her tears soaked through my thin shirt, causing momentary irritation on my part. “Cry as you need then tell me why you are so upset,” I say to the girl nestled on my shoulder.  Jen had appeared at my door a little earlier, clearly distraught. She had told me briefly that she was having some personal problems. I had held h...

My wife and I had been married for twenty-one years. She was the love of my life. We married right out of high school, and she delivered the first of our two children, ten months later. Eighteen months after our son was born, she gave birth to our daughter. We were inseparable.Ever since I have known Angel, she had taken care of herself. She was a cheerleader in school and she worked very hard to keep her body in tip top...

The sun was baking everything not under shade. Some individuals such as myself enjoy feeling baked. In addition to the warmth permeating every part of me, it does wonderful things like tan the skin. No matter what people say, the skin helps get the boys’ attention.It is because of the boys that I go running so often. Sure, it keeps me fit, but that is not the goal, it is merely a way to achieve my goal. Regular schedules...

"How do I look, Gareth?" I giggled, entering the living room knowing exactly how I looked. I was wearing my little black party dress, which fell short, just below my waist, and hugged every outline, contour and highlight of my body, from my pert arse to my plump breasts. I never wore anything underneath it and relished the liberal touch of the fabric against my skin; it always made me feel so sexy. Gareth, the bassist in...

Ever since I joined Lush, guys keep asking me how I got my nickname. "Why do they call you Sugar Tits?" This true story will set the record straight.It was my best friend Ashley's sweet sixteen and she was having a sleepover party. I had turned sixteen a few weeks earlier and Ashley was the youngest in our group of friends. One of the girls got her a tub of sugar scrub and I somehow hadn't even heard of it. "It makes your...