Prologue. Simon was in his fifties, and extremely bored. He had taken early retirement from a lucrative job, and wanted for nothing really, except female company. He had been very happily married for many, many years and when he retired, he had expected to travel the world with his wife. However, she had died suddenly and unexpectedly, several years ago, and he missed her terribly. They had had a very active, but monogamo...

My wife Jessie was away on business, a trip to London for a few days to negotiate the terms of a contract her company would be undertaking. We texted as she sat on the train, we FaceTimed as she walked through Euston, we FaceTimed again as she sat in the cab to her hotel, and then later, once she was settled in her room, she FaceTimed me again. "I hate being away from you, sweetheart," she said, her face close to the scre...

Steve pounded the steering wheel of his 2009 Buick LaCrosse as the dashboard lights blinked. The voice on the radio warning of thunderstorms in the area began to warp and fade. He should have listened to the mechanic and replaced the battery before the warranty ran out. The headlights went dark, the radio went silent—the car rattled to a halt on a deserted highway. This AI-inspired shortcut had stranded Steve somewhere ne...

Later that week, when Bobby met Linda for lunch, they had a very special ‘meal’ together, in gratitude and celebration of Linda's help in getting Bobby a new client. They ate in bed, with Bobby on his back, feeding her her favorite sausage, then returning the favor by having her peach fed to him in ever-increasing mouthfuls from above. He’d surprised her with his prowess a couple of weeks earlier when she thought she was...

Bobby left Julie’s with a new level of pride. He’d thought that Linda, a divorcee, was attracted to him for some singular reason connected with her marital state. But now Julie, who was married, had come on to him in a similar way, leading him to believe there must be something about him that was causing these beautiful women to offer themselves so. Unfortunately, in his naivete, he hadn’t figured out what that was, so un...

So the page had been turned. The die cast. Whatever metaphor you want to use, I told myself that there was no turning back. I had had sex with my stepmother. The sun peeking over the horizon awoke me early the next morning in my own bed, and I processed the events of the night before. Any guilt I felt was tempered by the realization that I was only partly to blame. It felt like the previous evening had been in motion for...

The later breakfast, really a brunch, meant that we could skip lunch. After brunch, we took a walk around the grounds of the resort and had a quick swim in the pool. The scenery was stunning and helped us to recharge for an afternoon that would be just as entertaining as the night before. The grounds of the Gardens gave us the impression that we were back in the nineteenth century with all the Victorian suppression associ...

A beautiful summer day in July, the temperature was almost perfect-not too hot and not too cold. An azure sky that had just a wisp of clouds with a small breeze. This is the way Laura liked to go swimming with her auburn hair and emerald eyes, ready to swim or more. A daily ritual to ease into the pool at a nice twenty-eight degrees Celsius always brought back that memory of her first time. The event that almost everyone...

Tammy sat at her favorite table at Corleone’s in downtown Savannah. She liked this table because she could see nearly every other table in the restaurant, and being a people person, that was enjoyable to her. She was a regular on Wednesday early evening, and the hostess always held the table open for her. It was her one night a week that she ate apart from her responsibilities as a mother and helpful daughter. She’d enjoy...