I was fifteen and looking forward to my summer vacation, then my mother spoiled it by hiring a housekeeper. I didn't want to share all the free time I had been looking for, much of it devoted to organizing my extensive collection of sixties-era pinup pictures, with a stranger. Then Hannah showed up, and all was forgiven.
Just your typical Friday night: a fancy coffee, a copy of the local underground newspaper, some really delicious eye candy, and an active imagination. / (Reviews)
New Year's Eve is always my favorite time of year, even when (especially when) my girlfriend gets a little frisky. Another short story from the archives that I've cleaned up, rewritten, and expanded.
Over the years I have thought back to the one night I really miss. It was the one that can never be repeated, duplicated, or replaced. Lost in time, an only a memory for me. Just thinking about the story makes me cry. I just cannot imagine how to feel as it unfolds, and I will never be able to figure it out.