Chapter 3 It’s usually pretty easy to tell how a pitch is going once you start. Sometimes you know how it’s going to go just based on how the clients greet you and what room they put you in. If they’ve come into the meeting with a preexisting idea of thei...
Chapter One This is exactly why I prefer working with men. Which I know makes me sound like a female misogynist. But sitting in a room for hours on end while her perfume hits me like a wave every time I move an inch, is increasingly challenging at this ho...
Jesus Christ, I should have gotten a different lawyer. Not the best time to be thinking this as I sit in the waiting room of Wagner Easton. I probably should have just canceled the appointment when I was on the website and saw her photo. And definitely sh...
On this beautiful afternoon, we find sixteen-year-old Dina in her bedroom masturbating. She is naked under the thin silky top sheet and her long dark hair is fanned out on the pillow under her head. She issues a slight intake of air from between her parte...
It was September of 1978. Kelly had been away at college in Milwaukee for a total of three weeks and she was still getting her bearings. While she had been on a sexual tear the entire summer after high school graduation, she knew that was something that s...
“Damnit Nicole,” Rick hollered as he entered the house and tripped over the clothing thrown on the floor. Nicole sleepily looked towards the door and laid her head back down. She had a full day and was tired as hell. She just wanted to sleep. Rick had com...
Preparations for breakfast brought back a sense of normality to the threesome. The ladies were wearing jeans and blouses while Mark had donned his heavier clothes. He planned to shovel out the doorways and bring in more wood for the fireplace as soon as b...
“Damnit Nicole.” “Look at the mess you made me do.” “Now what are we going to do?” “We are going to be late again.” Nicole heard these comments barely. Her head was clamped between this girls legs barely hearing anything over her moaning. Licking and suck...
“What are you smiling like a doofus for?” my friend Jasmine asked. I looked up from my phone. “Huh? Nothing, no reason,” I said, putting my phone face down on my bed. “Okay, so this Odysseus guy is a real dick, right? Can we all agree on that?” my friend...
It was early morning and the first hint of daylight filtered through the bedroom window. Bursts of wind caused Helen's log cabin to creak and crack indicating that the winter storm continued. She was snowbound, the two-mile road out to the mine site block...
Laura Tommy must have been like a mouse the morning after, as he had already left for work by the time I woke up on Monday. We had talked until the early hours and decided that we were going to take Cara up on her generous offer. I sent him a text to remi...
“Sue, honey,” I asked, “what’s going on, you seem angry about something.” “I am so pissed,” replied Sue. “Professor Jackson, or I should say Professor Jackass gave me a D on my history essay. He said my views were bigoted and racist, and he wouldn’t toler...
John and I were single children raised in a small Scottish town in the 1920s. We started at Primary School on the same day and but didn’t became pals straightaway. We each had our little group of pals with whom we hung out and played. As we got older, the...
It was January or February of 1980. I can’t recall the exact date, but I clearly remember the event. A band called “The Fools” had released a Weird Al-like parody song of “Psycho Killer” called “Psycho Chicken.” At least around us, the song caught on like...
My dad owns a construction company. Since he tends to be away from home more in the summer than the winter, when the invitation came from his sister in West Virginia, asking if I could visit for a month, he was all for it. Truth be told, so was I. The pro...
