In the late 90s, I was working for a firm that dished data to radio broadcasters. My job was to compile books of audience ratings so broadcasters in one city, say, Kansas City, could see what stations in, say, Pittsburgh, were doing, audience-wise. It was detailed and difficult work, like juggling multiple oranges while riding a unicycle, to the tune of commonly sixty-five-hour weeks at the office and at home. I was three...
Designed by man for men. Not hers, alone, Proposed, did she, a valentine monsieur. Designed by her, hydraulic blood of hers, His circuits etched amid testosterone. Though fabricated, they are neither drones Nor flesh. Yet bots with thoughts; commune, confer Their feedback sensor’d genitalia. A peg, a hole, and silly silicones. As cookies, roses; protocols are hugs And kisses. Standard, not, port USB: A Universal Sexy...
Elizabeth Prentice was a sixty-four-year-old divorcee and she was attending her grandson Tim's eighteenth birthday party.She was very much enjoying herself although she was consuming more alcohol than perhaps she should be, certainly in the eyes of her daughter Tina."Mum, I should slow down on your drinking if I were you," said Tina."Bollocks, I am having fun," was Liz's slurred response."You are starting to make a fool o...
Nobody knows about the affair my teacher is having with me except the two of us. We promised each other we would never tell anyone about what we had and we’ve kept that promise the last two years. Though Linda always tells me she still loves her husband, she won’t let us be a public couple, even though I’ve graduated from high school. I graduated from high school last May and now it’s been 2 months since I’ve had to deal...
