Meanwhile, next in line is Patti and this interesting George at the church. Patti has poo-pooed all of George’s attempts over the past few years. It appears that he thinks Patti is a desirable woman and that her husband was not worthy of her. Since he finally died, George has patiently waited his time, but Pattie has not shown any interest. George has known the family for years since the children were little. George and h...

Brian does not forget his promise to himself after the first dinner with Mark’s mother and sisters. Well, the girls, no, now definitely women at forty, deserve to meet men who will cherish and care for them. Their youth and young adulthood were totally ruined by the tyrant father they had. It is bad enough what Mark has endured from him, but to see his sisters and Mark’s mother so repressed just chills Brian’s soul. Well,...

My name is Justin, and I graduated summa cum laude in my high school class. Not having wealthy parents, I used a partial scholarship, but mostly student loans, to attend Harvard Law School. I graduated from Harvard at the top of my class as well, and with a focus on criminal law, I went into practice with a classmate back in my hometown in upstate New York. In my first three years of practice, I quickly gained a reputatio...

In the early spring, the invitation arrived:  "Bassoon Concert, NMCF Club Sponsored Event. Aaron Velequez -  Bassoonist, La Campanella by Paganini,Apt 778, 10 Gracie Square,Upper East Side,Manhattan.10 PM Wednesday, April 13, 2016Your Presence is kindly requested.RSVP."He took an Uber to the Upper East Side and disembarked at what was a dead-end street in front of an older style building that abutted the East River. Despi...

Real-life continues to fade away.  The life of remembrances is where both Robyn and Matthew want to be.  Those first short-lived days of sexual awakening.  When just the touch of each other, sent waves of electricity through their bodies.  Oh, yes, the touch.  Not even anywhere sexual, but rubbing arms or thighs together, fingers on the back of a neck, a sweet kiss even just on the cheek, all just because it was from them...

"It was fifty years ago today." I paraphrase them, but the Beatles weren't at Woodstock. But I was. A spry, music-loving eighteen-year-old from Western Kentucky. Even my hippy parents wanted to go, but being elderly and in their forties (how my perspective has changed) they stayed home on the commune. Music has always evoked my most treasured memories, along my souvenir panties collection. I shelled out the $18 for a thre...

Two years ago my wife and I decided to take a vacation in Florida. Now I wasn't keen as all I could see from America was hassle, massive egos and arrogance, all shown in colour of course, on our biased news channels. I personally only travelled as far as Greece, so I had been a little sheltered. Anyway, we booked three weeks in a semi-gated complex near Davenport, Florida. It was a self-contained villa in a complex of vil...

I stepped out of the elevator on the fourth floor, took a left down the hall about thirty feet then took the first right I came to. I stopped directly in front of an expensive, heavy mahogany door with the silver metal numbers 4470 affixed just above a tiny peephole. As usual, I knuckle-tapped the door just loud enough to be heard inside and chanced a nervous glance up and down the hallway. Still empty. Good. I hated bein...

In Part 1 of this story, I described that my name is Ed, and at the age of fifty-five years old, my wife, Jackie, and I, who was fifty-three, moved into a retirement community in the Phoenix area. We lived in a cul-de-sac with another white couple, named Eric and Judy, who were a year older than Jackie and me, and a black couple. Ben, the black husband, was seventy years old, and as it turned out he is well-hung and was q...

It sometimes seems like only yesterday when my wife, Jackie, and I decided to leave our home of over thirty years and move to a retirement community. But as you’ll learn in this story, that move two years ago put us on a path to an entirely new and unexpected lifestyle. The Phoenix area was a great place to raise our three kids, but they have long since grown and left the nest. My name is Ed and, at the age of fifty-five,...

After I'd retired from the army I was employed by a company that did property maintenance. We had a major contract to look after a number of retirement villages in the south east, and the main part of my job was assessing what repairs needed doing. One such repair was at a small one bedroomed bungalow lived in by a lady in her late 70's. She was partially disabled and her problem was that the path leading to her front doo...

One night when I was working as a salesman, I was in Nashville. I was 52 years old. I got lost and wound up in a sort of rough part of town. All of a sudden, it started raining. I drove and drove and drove. All of a sudden, my car swerved and I realized I had a flat tire. I pulled over and got out. It was raining harder. Suddenly, I see four men approaching me. I was thinking that maybe they were going to help me but was...