Like a stone

It was Thursday night, and the men were in the den drinking Irish beer from frosted mugs, and once again they were held hostage by the vociferous Wendell Chapel. This evening he held sway over a conversation about the latest generation of smartphones, yet another topic he was a self-proclaimed expert in. The women were in the living room … Continue reading Like a stone

Swiss Army wife

I am like one of those elaborate utility tools. You know the ones. They have umpteen different knife blades, a screwdriver, a bottle opener, a corkscrew, a saw (like something that tiny would ever be useful on anything thicker than a toothpick), a nail file, and an itty, bitty pair of scissors. I’m useful to … Continue reading Swiss Army wife

Closing time

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Her latest tattoo spelled out, “CAUTION: CONTENTS HOT.” The tight, single line of black block capitals positioned just above the crack of her ass was underlined by the crimson lace thong peeking over her jeans’ waistband. If there was any justice, instead of the self-aggrandizement of her callipygian figure, the tat would serve as a … Continue reading Closing time