Minneapolis Stories

She watched him in the mirror behind the bar. He'd been looking at her for the past ten minutes. Dark suit, light shirt, cuff links, and handsome. Just like hundreds of men before him. When he stood and began to walk towards her, she knew he was going to hit on her. She wasn't here at the Prohibition Bar at the Foshay Hotel to be picked up. She just wanted a quiet drink to herself, time to think, and a roomful of noise ar...

Saturday Night at the Foshay…. Bovis a vita, he thought, The Life of a Bull. He sipped his Crown and water at the bar as he waited for Mary's husband to call. As he waited, he went through a mental checklist: first time with another man, first-time threesome, first time shared, and first time recorded. This was an unusual and welcome change from other recent encounters. Mack McDonald and his wife Mary looked forward to an...