Burlesque Stories

As we drive along the mighty Columbia past a small pink shack called Hot Cups, she turns to face me with a twinkle in her green eyes. “Have you ever been to one of those bikini barista coffee carts?” “No, I never have. I love peeking at boobs, but the transactional nature of paying to look makes me feel like a weird pervert.” “Last year, I applied at one, and they never even got back to me.” “Now that is their loss,” I la...

I recently bought a house in an older part of town with plans of flipping it, but the more I worked on it, the more it grew on me. The old house had too much character, and I decided to stay and raise a family here someday. Sometime in February, I started noticing a car in the driveway of the house adjacent to mine. The house had appeared empty through the winter, aside from the walkway and drive, which were always shovel...