When I was in high school, I worked at a Dairy Queen. I didn't really like the work but my parents insisted I have a job until I went to college. They felt it would cultivate a better work ethic. It might have worked if the manager, Todd, wasn't such a scumbag. He was fucking his assistant manager, Becky Benson. She was a sophomore in college and of course, got all the best shifts and hours. When you let the guy who signs...

Molly was the kind of girl most of the guys in the office liked but few would ever pursue. She wasn't the kind of sexy, never single, girl next door that drew the eyes of her coworkers. She was quiet, mousy, one could say, and a little curvy. She lived alone and ate alone. She did crosswords during her lunch hour and rarely spoke unless spoken to. She found a nicer apartment closer to the office and put up a few fliers in...

I tell her she is beautiful. She tells me it's the lighting, or the angle, or the filter. I tell her she is beautiful again and again, hoping she believes me. Her bright green eyes stop my heart and her kisses start it once more. I died a thousand deaths the night we first made love; the dead man I was born to be, but again and again she kissed me. An evening rain taps on the window quickening our racing hearts. Her eyes...