Slippery Stuff

She stood in the kitchen, looking at the aftermath of the “cookout”. Most of the mess was disposable and she disposed of it. But all that cut-up fruit needed to be put away, so she resigned herself to the task and started placing it back in containers to be put in the refrigerator. She had spent a couple of hours cutting up peaches, bananas, grapes, plums, and strawberries, so her guests could have daiquiris or sangria, or whatever they wanted to make the party more festive.

There

Switching

I finally managed to beat you home from work; usually you are home before I am because you go to work at a different time. I have been trying for weeks to beat you home from work because you told me that you would let me have you as my toy for part of a night if I could manage to make it home before you without skipping out of my own work.

I have spent enough time being a sub that I know it is what I want and what I love. While I have been nervous about being in the lead for the night, I know

Mrs. Bigelow

I want to tell you my story about something wonderful that once happened to me before I came to live in this place; call it what it is, an old folks home. I will do my best to stay on course but if I skip around some just be patient with me.

After the phone call I had to sit down. My legs trembled. I felt perspiration on my upper lip. My armpits became wet and I felt a drop slip down my side. Oh my, I thought, Kenneth, after all these years that I should react as I did. I felt myself flush as

Princess

All characters are over the age of 18.

Chapter 1

“Sarah-Jane, could you come to the board and solve the equation please? Remember to show your work.” Mrs. Stannis, the math teacher at Holy Trinity School for Girls, asked in her quiet voice. The students had talked at length that Mrs.

Stannis must have been very attractive in her youth but her sixty plus years had taken their tole. Still, of all the nuns, she was the nicest to her students.

Sarah-Jane, was the star of the school,

Presence Ch. 02

The rain was pouring down as Jeff’s car pulled up by my building. The water pounded against the roof of the car and slithered down the windows like liquid snakes. People were hurrying past on the street, huddled under umbrellas. I pulled out my keys from my pocket and grabbed my bag which had been resting on the seat next to me.

Matt, sitting on the passenger seat, turned around to look at me.

“Are you sure you’re ready to go back? You could stay at our place while we’re

Breaking News

Life has been good. We have raised our three children, all now gone. Each graduated from college, each with a start on their career jobs. I had helped each get a start on a home of their own, either a single family home or townhome to fit their tastes.

That left me and the wife alone most of the time. Married 31-years, we are still happy. Older, our bodies showed it.

Graying hair, paunchy middles, we were the prototypical middle aged couple. Our lives had slowed. A big house, empty, I looked

My Stairs

I’d gotten in from the airport around 4pm and been greeted by an empty house—the message on the machine said my roommate wouldn’t be home until the following afternoon. I had just enough time to shower, shave, and throw on some clothes before I hear the knock on the door. As I get to the bottom of the steps, I can smell her perfume. I can always tell when it’s her on the other side of the door. For a moment I realize I’ve forgotten what she looks like, it’s been a