Gertrude McGillicuddy was one of those seldom really seen early married mothers, with teenaged children living the lives she had missed with deep regret. She was only seventeen when she had her precious Candy on the back seat of the old jalopy.It was almost in the exact same spot where her first child was conceived. Now Candy “Mac” was seventeen as well, but she had the common sense to carry her own condoms with her every...

The fact of the matter was that Lenny was gone forever and there was no chance of him ever fucking a deal up again. I knew that and Ramon knew it and a handful of our handlers back east knew it, but most of the connected guys around town had no idea of who he was and how bad he had fucked up.I knew that I had better get off my ass and get up to Hollywood and talk turkey to the Hollywood madam about the circumstances of Le...

The whole rental business of the pleasure boats was in its own way a scam for the owners to get access to the guests' personal details. That allowed their customers to win the free chips for gambling that might send them to the tables in an unscheduled side trip to test the benign nature of lady luck. More often than not, they were hooked for the duration or until the money ran out, whichever came first in the fast-changi...

“Julie!”That single loud shout up the well-worn steps of the carpeted stairway was almost immediately followed by a longer and even louder yell that penetrated Julie Costello’s tender ears like some noisy police drama on the wide-screen television in the basement rec room.“Julie Costello, get your teenaged butt out of bed and get down here for breakfast because mom needs to go to work right now.”The young extremely attrac...

 My initial reaction to the newly assigned duties was a sense of disappointment. I had imagined being supervisor to a bevy of beautiful broads all begging me to service them after the curtain went down. Actually, it was a stroke of good luck that I was selected to be in charge of all the maritime activities sponsored by the casino. It helped me to focus more on the job and less on the available pussy surrounding me with t...

My Alice was always a bit odd.When my dear departed spouse Hyacinth first remarked on her strange ways, I took it all a bit tongue-in-cheek, thinking it was just some sporadic quirkiness on Alice’s part. The poor thing never did fully fit into our conventional household and the entire neighborhood was on her shit list from the very first day of our fostering her into womanhood.  Her teenage years were filled with one esca...

 I managed to catch the elevator just before the doors closed and spoke my first words to the most beautiful and courteous Miss Yomiko number one, before I even had the opportunity to drink in her essence of glorious appeal.She stood by the uncomplicated control panel and smiled at me in my flustered state of disarray after a long and tiring journey to the comfortable and totally sedate hotel in a minor city, close to the...

I suspected that Ramon knew how guilty I felt at throwing poor Lenny under the bus, but in the scheme of things, I don’t see how I had any other alternative. The big boys back on the East Coast were pissed off, the Russians were pissed off, and to make matters worse, the casino owners in Vegas were pissed off because Lenny was turning a spotlight on their less than legal activities behind the scenes.He had offended the va...

Our transition from Hollywood back to Sin City was smooth enough that it didn’t make any late edition headline or boring obituary entry in California, or in any rudderless rag back in Nevada. In these dangerous days of gangland warfare, no news was good news wherever we parked our asses when the Sun was doing a Houdini on the Pacific horizon.Ramon was heartbroken about splitting with his pretty-lipped Lesbian neighbor lad...

In the first place, even Patti would have to admit that she had no idea the appointment to do an in-home massage was inside a nudist mobile home park. She only knew it was called Gulf Side Sunny Acres and that the woman who placed the call sounded like she was a senior citizen with a need for relief for a bad back and other issues with her knees and lower calves.She was not entirely certain that the sign at the entrance i...

Mistress Becky was not the sort of girl that found love easily.She was indentured to Sir Hugh Mountbatten and his three lusty sons. They all were saddled with dreadful reputations with regard to seeking female companionship or simply feminine interaction of any kind. Every nubile female drawing human breath in the nearby region lived in fear of coming under control of either Sir Hugh or one of his dreaded offspring even i...

The cloistered sisters of the Upper Weston on Mersey Abbey were reputed to be seriously dedicated to their vows of silence and humility, but had been a little less circumspect with regard to the demanding vow of chastity. That was the vow that impacted the younger nuns with far more frustration than any of the other affirmations of devotion to the service of God.When Angela Landsborough took the partially binding vow afte...

The scuttlebutt from the casino owner crowd was that henceforward Lenny Mazurka was no longer welcome inside the city limits of Las Vegas, Reno and even the more sedate Lake Tahoe gambling establishments. There was a sense of finality about the edict, despite the fact it was entirely verbal and not attributable to any single party. It was sort of like trying to trace back the original source of the Ten Commandments.Lenny...

I was a long way from the roach-infested tenement back in the Big Apple, sitting on my thirty-something ass in an always open waffle house just off the Las Vegas Strip. I was looking for the lo-cal blueberry syrup because my selection of well-pressed trousers was getting a mite tight around the waistline and I was starting to feel sluggish and slow in the early morning hours.Of course, nobody that lived in Vegas, includin...

I probably shouldn’t be writing anything out in public about my former best friend, Lenny Mazurka, but now that he is dead and buried, I can only say, What’s the problem?Lenny and I go way back.Back before his womanizing became a national scandal and images of his schlong were posted on billboards and sides of city buses like some sort of heretical endorsement of a hedonistic lifestyle. I had a good laugh right after the...