Houseguest Stories

The late afternoon sun cast a golden hue over the quiet suburban street as Brad opened the front door, grinning wide. “Dirk, you son of a bitch!” Dirk stepped onto the porch with a duffel slung over one shoulder, towering over Brad by a couple inches. He looked just as Brad remembered—maybe even better. Broader. Tighter. Confident as ever. “Still got that soft handshake, huh?” Dirk grinned, pulling Brad into a rough hug t...