Dinner had been fabulous and the conversation light and fun. In fact, for one of the first times since his wife had passed away, Brent felt happy. He and Stephanie had known each other for years, but they had barely seen each other in the long months since they had both been widowed. But tonight, those thoughts were set aside and they just enjoyed one another's company. But then there was a brief lull in the conversation....

Green Crack. Not exactly the sexiest of names, Jack mused as he lit the bowl and took a long, slow drag of the pungent weed. No matter the name, it was still a great high. Still, it seemed to him that a weed that not only made cares recede but also sent the user's libido into overdrive deserved a name that was just a little more sensual. Regardless, it was good stuff. As the buzz began to descend upon his brain, he smiled...

Jake stood in the middle of a bar, the front of his shirt soaked in beer, pondering How on earth did I get here? Then his arms shot forward like pistons, burying his hands into the chest of the braying jackass in front of him. That’s when all hell broke loose. Had he had a more than that fleeting second to think about the question, he might have recalled that his journey to that saloon, which smelled of fifty years of sta...