Roses are red

“There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer.” -Angela Carter *** "Why does the wolf eat Grandma first?" The question floated out of Angela‘s mouth before she[…]

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Seduced by miriam

It was a gorgeous early evening in the Mid-Atlantic on a late spring day in 1957. The summer solstice was three and a half weeks away with the temperature in the upper seventies. The sky[…]

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Defending her honor

One evening a husband comes home to his apartment very roughed up. When his wife sees him she asks, "What happened to you?" "I got into a fight with the apartment manager." "Whatever for?" "He[…]

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House guest (part 3)

-continued- part (3) The three of them ate dinner while making plans for a nightclub later on. Except for the planning, the talk was fairly quiet during dinner. Even with the quietness, Linda and Melissa[…]

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The afternoon tea party

They had been meeting like this for about three years, fifteen women in all, over fifty years old, widowed or divorced, and between relationships. The group had been organized by Betty Colton and her good[…]

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Afternoon stretch

Bright sunlight was streaming in through almost worthless mini-blinds when I first realized I was awake. Painfully bright sunlight. I groaned and rolled over putting my back to the window, pulling a pillow over my[…]

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Heartbroken!

One little argument cost me my world One little spat cost me my girl I still love her yes i do Without her here my life is through My heart still beats when i see[…]

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