“Jesus Christ on a cracker!” Lindsay’s voice floated into the recreation room downstairs – the chick cave – and Donald followed it to an open door in the back. “No fucking way. Is this thing broke? It cost me two hundred bucks.” A delicate web of lace crisscrossed Lindsay’s shoulder blades, held together by the thinnest of buckles. Lower down, a scrap of fabric masquerading as a G-string nestled between two delectable ass...

“Welcome. Welcome, welcome. How ‘bout this place? How ‘bout this couple? Thank you all for coming on behalf on Donald and Lindsay. They’d like to express their love and their appreciation for all of you as family and friends that have come to this special occasion. You may be seated. “My name is Daniel Anastacio. I don’t do this for a living. You’ll figure that out real quick. My brother is Don Anastacio, obviously the fa...

Pamela eased into the porch rocker, its familiar creak offering a lullaby for her newborn son, Kaden. She inhaled deeply, savoring the warmth of the ceramic mug against her palm and the spiced aroma of apple cider mingling with the crisp October air. A gust fluttered through the maples lining Willow Creek Drive, sending a confetti of amber and crimson leaves pirouetting past. As dusk settled over the quiet Baltimore subur...