“Do one about a sex robot,” Marcye said from behind Mark’s chair. Startled, he felt a bit embarrassed at the single idiotic sentence on his laptop screen: “It was the best of fucks, it was the worst of fucks.” That was all he had come up with since lunch. Writer’s block. “It’s been done. Over and over. In literature, on TV, and in the movies. From all angles.” “So?” Marcye took a big sip of her strawberry-banana-chocolate...

“What’s mine is yours. Help yourself to anything. And, stay as long as you need to.” Dan gave his younger brother Kyle a manly hug, the kind where both men are holding a bottle of beer and being careful not to spill a drop. “As long as you want to,” Dan’s wife, Morgan, chimed in. “Dan, did you show Kyle where the clean towels are?” “No. And I will bet a month’s pay he doesn’t give a shit.” Morgan was about to disagree, bu...

Gary slouched low in the driver’s seat of his Tesla, eyes trained on Mister X’s jacked-up GMC pickup parked in Gary’s driveway, a block away. He felt like a private eye on a stakeout. He really needed a fancy camera with a long zoom lens. Instead, he had an Android phone. Just not the same vibe at all. Gotta have the gear to play the part. His mind starting to wander, Gary almost missed Mister X when he came out the front...