As the days passed, we became even closer. We talked through the individual hells that we had each survived and fell ever deeper in love. Bella had reconnected with Marcy when Marcy started her search for me, and they continued to talk frequently on the phone. I had no problem with that at all. I figured that if they could re-discover their friendship, it would make Bella happy, and I was all about her happiness. One even...

The days went by, and I got her settled at home. I took the back off the recliner so I could move the heavy ass thing and relocated it to her bedroom. I put it back together, and that’s where I slept for at least a month. I talked to the police and asked them for a heads-up when her husband was released. Penny had managed to get a restraining order, but it is my experience that crazy men don’t pay a lot of attention to th...

John stared across the street at the motel. Four friends had told him what he'd see, but he still didn't believe his eyes. Mary, his wife of fifteen years, embraced and kissed another man. The kiss wasn't like the kisses she had been giving him lately. No, this was a kiss of deep passion. The kind of kiss, if he thought really hard, the memory would picture in his mind. It was the same kiss she had given him many times at...

Marge was sitting at the small table, looking out the window and wringing her hands together. Her eyes were moist; not full of tears, not yet, but right on the verge. When she heard me enter, though, the first one slid down her cheek. “Charlie, baby. We need to talk.” That phrase never presaged a happy conversation. Everyone, man or woman, married or single, knows that. I knew it better than most. Sitting down in the chai...

“You could have stayed.” “You were fucking another guy!” Kelly regarded me coolly. “No, I fucked another guy. I shouldn’t have. I confessed, and I apologized. I begged you to stay and go to counseling so our family could stay together. What I did was wrong, unequivocally, and I was sorry I ever did it. Am sorry.” She looked away. “Will never stop being sorry.” “Yeah, you were so sorry that you did it for months, and then...

“You fucking lied!” I curse him as soon as I open the door to my backyard. Panties and tee piled on the floor behind me, I have longed to let the warm Spring sun tan the Winter white out of my tits and tush. Alas, stiff wind whips raindrops cascading from the low gray sky. I slam the door and flop onto the couch. “Fucking liar!” Scowling at the website’s image of him on my phone. Still a dreamy smile, though. Armando Arro...

My God, what do I do now? Case walked out, leaving me to think about what I had done. I messed up so badly. What can I do to salvage our marriage? I love Case so much; how could I have been such a fool, becoming a slut, then cheating on him as I did. I was so wrong. As I sat drinking coffee, the house was eerily quiet and sad. I knew I couldn't stay in this house without Case, knowing he might never live with me again. So...

Why God,  on this special day, why did you take  my only love away.   Our hearts were free  and so full of love. Why did you take my pure love from me?   It was love for all eternity, forever and meant to be.   My love for her in my heart, I will forever see.   So my dear God, Why take that from me?   I am now left to walk alone.   With only her memory, So dear God leave me  my heart filled with her love  on our special d...

I shift my body so that I face the ceiling. My nipples scrape the cotton sheets as I turn which only makes them stand out more. I have come to acknowledge that this bed is too big, too cold and too empty. I lay awake thinking of all the alternatives that never were or never could be. The mistakes I made and the hurt I put you through. Time will release me from the pain, I know that. But right now, all I have is memories o...

It's a few hours before opening time at Duke's. Rita and I are going over plans for a 75th birthday party we're throwing a week Wednesday night. Sal Harper is one of our favorite regulars. A retired ACLU attorney, she's sassy, spirited, and needle-sharp, with a bottomless supply of stories about the city's queer history. Besides that, she's made herself Duke's unofficial mother hen, giving out advice and support to any of...

I've been walking for hours, the scene looping, looping, looping in my head. How could you have said those things? "Heartless!" "Spiteful!" "Vindictive!" "Deceitful!" "Cruel!" I open the bedroom door to darkness. "Can you ever forgive me?" "Of course," you whisper back, "I love you, you silly fool." I am naked by the time I reach the bed, aching for your touch. Our sex is soft and rough, gentle and fierce, going on and on...