I don't know why, but they always come to me. Maybe it's because I'm the plain singleton over against the wall, just watching. "Kis! Need your help. You're good with words. What do I write to her?" "Been texting me, right? On and off, sorta building... romantic, ya know? All kinds of I wish... If we only... dreamy stuff." "Now what? Wanna hook her up. I mean, really want her bad!" "Date was awful, Kis! All she wanted was...

"About the other night..." "What about it? Thought is was pretty great." "I can't... do that... again." "Why? You don't like me now? It wasn't good for you?" "No! I really liked it when... you know..." "I ate your cunt?" "Please..." "And you ate mine?"  "Okay, yes! Alright? But I'm fucking getting married in a month!" "So?" "He'd murder me if he found out! Or his family. Or mine." "You know I can keep a secret." "No! It's...

The full moon lights her sneaking way, naked beneath her robe. She creeps along the creek edge, while the bullfrogs serenade for lovers. "Jinnie?" "I'm here," she whispers from under the bridge. Their lovemaking is fierce, hunger fired, till they lay panting, holding each others body tight. "Want you with me so, beside me, always!" "Know can't never be. Somebody sees me just touch you, whippin'. Lovin' you this way? Worse...

I wasn’t sure how to respond after learning that our law firm was just another shell corporation of a wealthy billionaire with a questionable legal standing. Physically, Lenny didn’t seem to fit my profile of a gangster. I always pictured mob guys to be fat Italian men with balding heads that talked with a Brooklyn accent.  Lenny was none of those things. He somewhat resembled a middle-aged Paul Newman: confident, if not...

Your eyes are the last thing I see before the light fades. They sear into my memory, like staring at a candle’s flame and seeing its silhouette painted against the back of my closed lids. Quiet, confident emerald-green irises with hidden stories. Secrets only I know. You affix the scarf with elegance and precision, a gentle touch to match the prim and proper facade. Your scent wafts off the material and elicits immediate...

  I could hear her drying her hair when I set her drink on the nightstand. I sat on the edge of the bed and thought about how bizarre my life was. Why was I promoted? Bob had never even hinted that I was being considered for a promotion. In a matter of just a few hours, my life was flipped upside down. It was still difficult for me to accept that my once conservative wife was a real-life porn-star. At least she had called...

  It was impossible to focus at work. My thoughts continually drifted to the revelations I’d discovered about my wife. I was so preoccupied with all the events happening around me, I had little time to digest it all. I had reassured Marika I loved her and that finding out she was a porn actress didn’t change but we both knew that wasn’t completely true. There was no possible way I could view her in the same light ever aga...

I waited outside of the examining room while Marika was checked and samples were taken. After a few minutes, I was approached by an older police officer in plain clothes.                                                                                                                                 “Are you Mr. Robert Thomas?” he asked. “Yes.” “I’m detective Folly and I have a few questions to ask concerning Mrs. Thomas. C...

  Marika, true to her word, emailed me a list of twelve family counselors that she used in her law practice and asked me to pick one. Being a pragmatist, I gave the list of names to one of my junior research associates. I asked if he could work on it off the clock as a favor. He agreed, and within a day he had a file on each therapist. My main concern was their rate of reconciliation, but that wasn’t possible because thos...