Life was good, thought Eric as he sat on the terrace of his twentieth-floor penthouse looking out over the city lights below him. The penthouse was quiet now that his wife and kids were gone for the weekend. He loved them but sometimes it was nice with some alone time. Clear your mind, have a bit more to drink than he should, and just relax. He wore black silk boxers and nothing else. His fifty-year-old body had seen bett...

Eric lay on Tina’s bed staring up at the ceiling which had little stars glued to it. The room was painted light pink and he shared the bed with several pink stuffed animals. On the walls were posters of popular singers and bands and to his left was a window with a desk below it. On it sat a pink laptop with pink speakers on either side. There were also a couple of makeup bags and a round mirror pushed to one corner. He gr...

“Are you sure he is fucking around?” said Anne and dipped a cookie in her coffee. “Pretty much. He comes home all flushed and doesn’t make eye contact when I greet him,” said Denise twirling her wine glass which was half empty, or full depending on how you looked at it, she thought. “Sounds suspicious. Do you have any idea who the other woman is?” “I do in fact, if you can call her a woman. It’s the daughter of our neighb...