Spreading Stories

It was mid-morning somewhere on the interstate between Nashville, TN and the Alabama coast. The traffic was slightly heavy and on the aggressive side. People were driving as if they were maneuvering for the pole position. This display of idiotic nonsense reminded me of the “Fucktard 500” that I previously described in one of my “Dark Corner Pocket” adventures. Traffic was now compounded with several aggressive truck drive...

Bad girl “So? Punish me already!” Elena said. She’d again left trash in the car after Vince had washed it. “You are walking into a danger zone,” Vince told her, a stern look on his face. He said this, ignoring the fact that they had two couples over for dinner at the time. Her insolence got to Vince on a regular basis. He and Elena had a routine they liked to do when she “misbehaved.” This time she’d toyed with him by tau...