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Ed didn’t think it was possible to feel more alone than when he was driving the Google Street View car, the GSV as he called it, but just then he did. He was lying atop his hotel bed listening for signs of life but none came. Breakfast was going on just a few meters away in the small lobby of this roadside hotel in Lynchburg, Virginia. When a hotel lacks a restaurant, breakfast is a muted affair, and now Ed wondered if that was by design. Paper or styrofoam plates, plastic utensils, individually wrapped muffins and single portion boxes o...
“Hey. I wanna ask you an important favor. Just say yes.” Adams was out of breath. He was a smoker, and the only time his lungs burned like this was when he had to sprint to catch a train. For the last ten minutes he had been hopping around a patch of ivy in his backyard calling out the name of the dog he was watching, Busta Rhymes. He was watching the dog for his friend, Pete, who was out of town. “Say yes, it’s important.” Mark tensed up. Adams was always making r...
Justin Ridge. I will forever and ever remember that name. He is now woven into the story of my life. I’m not sure if I’m a part of his. One day if I have kids and a husband they will ask who was the first boy I was with and I’ll have to say Justin. If anything he will serve as a warning. Of what though? Maybe to be careful what you wish for. Things started between us in Typing class. Just...
“You look gorgeous.” Patricia stopped in her tracks and turned around with a big smile. She was shocked by who was there, not believing the compliment came from the handsome man before her. “Hi,” she said. “Are you going to the Spring dance?” She felt nervous standing there in the middle of the large lobby and was unsure what to say. She had moved to this retirement home, Brighton Gardens, two months ago in the dead of winter at her daughter and son-in-law’s insistence (de...
(Adam) 1:45pm Hi there how was your sushi?(Caroline)2:03pm
Elena lied in bed, eyes open staring at James, who was still asleep. It was early, a little past 6:30 am but it was Elena’s birthday, her 28th, so she was awake with nerves. Soon she would get calls from her mother in Argentina and from her sister in Spain wishing her happy birthday. Elena didn’t want James to hear those calls. She wanted to see if he would remember on his own. The first years of James and Elena’s relationship her friends made sure her birthday was well ce...
My first customer that Wednesday was running his hand up and down my back like he was stroking a cat. I had asked for his reservation and as I checked the iPad for his dumb last name (sorry, Gleck just sounds dumb to me), he dragged his fingers from my back across my ribs toward my boobs so I kept my arms pinned to my sides as a barrier. It worked. There would be no boob grazing for you, Mr. Gleck. He clutched my arm as if that’s where his hand had meant to land...
Marcus had no clean underwear left. In fact this was going to be his third day in a row wearing the same pair. Marcus wasn’t normally such a slob but this had been a bad month. It was a month of seeking frequent refuge in his bed, laying a large bath towel down so as to not dirty the fitted sheet and mattress, and masturbating himself to sleep, sometimes for the night, sometimes for an hour in the middle of the day. There wasn’t any circumstance that would appe...
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