CHAPTER NINE Jeff dropped us off in front of Kim’s house around 8:30 and she met us at the door wearing one of the fluffy old robes. “I just got out of the shower girls. Come in my bedroom, we’ll change in there. Phil just left and I kind of forgot about time!” “Phil just left, huh?” I kidded. “And just what were you two up to that you lost track of time?” “We were fucking, Mar! What did you think?” Kim smiled at Beth and I and we all burst out laughing. When we got to Kim’s room, she dropped...

It was three in the morning when the phone started to ring. “Hello?” John said half asleep. “John? It’s me Mary!” Mary was John’s girlfriend at the time. “What’s up? Do you know what time it is?” Mary voice started to tremble a little. “It’s Alex. Something has happened.” Of course when it comes to Alex the drama queen there is always something ‘happening’. Alex, by the way is Mary’s close friend, a transsexual friend. Mary always hung around some strange people but if you live in California, everyone tends to be strange. “What is it this time? Did she have...

It was his first appointment with Dr. Rana. His frustration levels had been increasing as work, wife, and children demands on his time became overlapping and overwhelming. Finally, after a blow up over a weekend, the wife had had enough. He was to seek counseling to help relieve the tension that was building up. He sat in the waiting room reading a magazine in a bitter mood about having to be in counseling. Dr. Rana came into the waiting room and introduced herself while inviting him back to her office. Things are looking up! he thought when he gazed upon her...

Chapter 4 I called Mel later and she put Julie on the phone. I told them what happened with Dad. Julie was surprised I’d gotten that far already. She said it took her at least three weeks to get that far with her dad. They suggested I play it cool for a bit and not push him too far, too fast. Just wear that shirt on Sundays for a couple of weeks and try to keep showing him more and more of my body. Let the conversation go where it can but keep letting him know I’m okay with him seeing...

Kind of a first time thing, decided I'd give writing a try. It's probably horribly and definitely a slow burn, so sorry in advance if you choose to read on. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ MOVING UP IN THE CUMPANY In between jobs, John took whatever work was available. Being a quiet 18 year old, he knew he'd never quite fit in at a call centre but he took the job anyway knowing he had to make some money to continue paying the bills. Bills like the trips he had to take to make his long distance relationship actually work. It was tough but on...

It was a crisp evening in the hills around the city. With the yellow coloured street lamps pockmarking the hillside like fireflies and the rasp of sports cars winding through the narrow streets, it sounded and looked very much alive. People on their balconies and terraces overlooking town, some eating, drinking and having fun whilst others doing something a little more private. Claire Moore was one of these more private individuals. She was the stereotypical Hollywood Housewife: long flowing blonde hair that rested over her shoulders and shimmered in the late night moon; a pair of fake breasts that were a...

While getting coffee prepared for me and my wife I feel arms slip around me from behind. Julie had snuck up behind me and wanted a hug; I look down at the arms and recognize they are hers. No sleeves she had on the long sleeved purple night gown with the bratz logo on it. A nervous feeling crept over me! “Julie, go to your bedroom and get some fucking clothes on”, Brenda screamed! I froze mid stir in my coffee cup. “Do as your mother told you little girl and don’t do that again”, I asked her as calm as...

Fbailey story number 475 Child Prostitute She was hanging outside my place of business all day long looking like a hooker but afraid to solicit money for sex from a stranger. Obviously she was new at it. I had seen a few prostitutes on my corner over the years but she was just a kid. Finally I walked outside and asked her if she wanted something to eat and drink. She said yes and I invited her inside. I asked her what she liked to eat and then I ordered a pizza for us to share and a couple of sodas...

My cousin and I have always been close. We are only nine months apart, compared to the three years we were to our closest sibling. We would hangout, while our older brothers would go off and do there thing, and we would do our thing. Our thing, though we were only about six or seven, was to fool around. We would play hide and seek, only we would always find a spot to hide together, and kiss, and lay on top of eachother and dry hump and stuff. I'm not sure who started it, ( I'm pretty sure it was...

I called Marci giving her the address of an old abandoned warehouse I owned in Queens New York, I asked her to meet me there. The rap of her boot heels echoing off the concrete walls is the only sound as she walks into the warehouse and walks down the long building looking for me. She stopped. The yellowish green fluorescent lights bother her eyes. The floor is damp—wet in places with puddles of black water—and the peeling concrete walls are crumbling in places. This warehouse is a dump, decrepit and depressing and disorienting too. It stinks of gasoline and diesel...