I quickly exited the car. Taking long strides, I glanced back to see her, almost in a run, trying to catch me. I slowed my pace to let her catch up. I knew exactly where we were going. “Ed and Becky's Hair Salon”.Ed was an old school gangster who turned h...
Living in upstate New York, working in the city, subways are a transportation necessity. As usual, it was packed like a sardine can. I had already given my seat to an older lady, so on my feet I stood. 9 th Street, the next stop, was always crowded. Those...
Hearing the soft thump of feet walking by, John woke. Peeping through eyelashes he saw Marge. The firm moons of his mother's ass moved up and down enticingly as she walked. He could tell she was freshly showered as she unwrapped her toweled head and bent...
