A woman is jilted on a date She looks very frustrated Her date is very lateShe looks aggravated I look over at her and smileI send her over a drinkI'm hoping to talk to her a whileShe's in a pretty dress that's pink I walk over and ask if I may sitI tell her my nameShe has amazing titsShe tells me her name is Lorraine We drink and I ask her to danceWe move to the dance floorShe's up for a bit of romanceHer date has not co...

February 1391, Guildford ‘Have you met her? This Hobbes girl?’ Isabel asked. She and Hamon were sitting in the great hall in front of the fire breaking their fast together. Sir Giles was still abed, after the previous night’s excesses. Normally Isabel or his squire Roger would have woken him up, but this morning she let him sleep. The travelling troubadour Jace was playing a tune on his lute and filling the hall with musi...

At around the age of fifty, you would have thought that any hormones left in this ageing body, would be less than raging and that it would be hard to coax the old willy into spontaneous life, especially in a car park, at ten thirty at night, on a cold November’s evening. Not so on this occasion. At times, my partner and I have fun with other couples, it’s called swinging, and on this occasion we met Brigitte and Steve for...

There have been rough days at work before, but this had to be the worst of the worst. After leaving at seven, an hour later than usual, I stopped at a local watering hole across from my hotel. The food was passable, the waitress was pretty and the beer was cold. Good enough for me. I entered the hotel and noticed that April was the receptionist on duty. It seems that she only works one or two afternoons a week while I'm t...

“Screw you, asshole,” my girlfriend of three years said to me right before slamming the door in my face. I was holding my possessions and valuables in my arms; the rest of my meager belongings were in the trunk of my car. I didn’t think Sally would be so heartless and selfish as to throw me out during the middle of a snow storm at six o’clock in the evening, but I guess I had misjudged the situation and misjudged her. Sal...

My next door neighbors Mr and Mrs Malcolm were good neighbors, in every sense of the word. They were polite and courteous, they kept to themselves, minded their own business, and when my mom had just returned from hospital after having surgery, Mrs Malcolm went out of her way to help. She brought us food and went shopping for us and even helped with the housework one day. Mr Malcolm was a bit of a cold fish and not as per...

It was late on Saturday night and I had just returned from the big game between Lincoln High School and South Portland High School. Well, I hadn’t come straight from there. Our team had won and there had been a party to celebrate at Grayson Lampitt’s house, the captain of the football team. I got in just after midnight, trying my hardest not to make too much noise and wake my folks. My mom had been on the war path lately....

I'd worked in my current employment for several decades. Mr. Thompson, the boss, was a good man who took care of his employees, and I'd slowly risen to become one of the executives under his employment, finding myself with my own office after a period of time.I was working late one night, when I received a knock at the door to my office. I called for them to enter and discovered Samantha, or Sam, as she preferred to be kn...