A short hop 2

A Short Hop 2 By Pistachio I noticed a young woman who looked like Betsy around the baggage claim conveyor like she was looking for someone. She was a tall brunette who looked as athletic[…]

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Thats your mom?

…I told him how she always locks her bedroom door, the bathroom door and how I can’t even sneak a peek at her. Troy asked: “Dana, what does she wear first thing in the morning?”[…]

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Minx's choice

My pet’s car pulls up to my drive way. I see her exit the car in an almost jilted way. I am guessing this stems from the uncertainty that today brings. I withheld all the[…]

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Mixed metaphors xii

Mixed Metaphors XII It was Sunday morning; four am when Becky got out of bed and cruised the front room like a morning watch police officer looking for bodies and various types of damage. Everyone[…]

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Vegas luck part 1

I was sat in a bar in the Bellagio casino, Las Vegas, deciding against ordering a $500 bottle of champagne. I was here on vacation with some of my school buddies, but had finally got[…]

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The desk

“I won’t go any lower than twelve.” I was sweating, but Mr. Johnson looked calm. He’d been calm for the whole fucking negotiation, all forty-five minutes of it. He was slouched in his black leather[…]

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A friend on e

I have known Angie for fourteen years. We have always lived in the same area and occasionally we would bump into each other doing shopping. I always liked her, and judging by the time we[…]

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