She was lost. Somehow, Elaine had managed to be separated from her tour group and now found herself wandering the streets of London alone. She had agreed to this trip with her girlfriends after her husband had unceremoniously dumped her for another woman ending their forty-one-year marriage. Never the kind of woman to be overtaken by despair, she chose to shake off the cobwebs of her former life and emerge stronger and mo...

Belinda Barnotti, known to her friends as BB, stood at the entrance to the Witch Hill Nunnery Museum silently debating with herself. She was almost a Doctor of Anthropology. All that was left for her to gain her PhD was to complete her thesis. Then she had to make a name for herself by turning that thesis into a book. That would make her a well-known anthropologist. Well-known anthropologists get teaching jobs in prestigi...

From his apartment directly below mine, Darren must have heard me crying. Clueless as to how loud my sobbing was, I was surprised when he knocked on my door at a little after seven that evening. Though we'd been neighbors for more than a year, he and I remained mere acquaintances. Answering his gentle knock, I peered out at him through swollen eyes. The acute distress overwhelming me at that moment made it impossible to f...

How long was this speech going to last. This guy had been droning on forever, and he sure didn't seem to be getting close to winding it up anytime soon. She was playing with her cocktail straw, thinking about the evening's unexpected turn. Her earlier encounter had been a truly welcome distraction. The handsome stranger had taken her by surprise in the coat room. She admitted to herself that even though brief, it was the...

In Patagonia, Andy and I had talked with Weasel and David about how to manage his return home. Weasel and Andy said that on return they were usually very tired. David said he sends the kids to the grandparents for a week to allow Weasel to reset. For the first two days, they would be alone, but he was on her clock. The next two, he went to the grandparents' and left her alone, so she had time to think and unwind. Then, sh...

Ruby looked at her reflection in the mirror and felt a thrill whizz through her. She had managed, yet again, to bag a new date, her third that week and it was only Thursday. Looking at her reflection, she marvelled at how plump and luscious her lips were and how the red lipstick boosted them. Frequently, she was asked if she had had her lips enhanced, which she hadn’t but still, that was a compliment by any woman’s standa...

"Why do you love my orgasms so much?" He smiled and pulled her closer. "I love them because they're so dramatic. My orgasm is like a Justin Bieber song - short, repetitive and annoying if it goes on too long. But your orgasm? It's a symphony. It has highs and lows. Loud and sweaty. Lazy and quiet. A symphony that I prefer to conduct with my tongue.”

Charles Wilson looked at his despised wife of thirty years and sneered. Marry in haste repent in hell, he thought. At age fifty, she had lost her looks, libido, and charm. He respected his marriage vows however and was resigned to his lot. "Darcy, when I'm eighty, I intend to get a twenty year old mistress and have the time of my remaining life." "Balls!" retorted Darcy. "When I'm eighty, I shall get a twenty year young c...