Fallow vs. Fallow
I eventually took residence in St. Louis and got a job as a test pilot for a military aircraft manufacturer. I let my employer know what was going on with my soon-to-be ex-wife and that I needed a week off. He understood and gave me all the time I needed.
Once I was settled I drove back to Jacksonville to arrange the divorce process. It has been a month since I left and I have to say that things started looking positive in a different way. I was still distraught over Lisa, but I was learning to get on with life. Simplicity. Get up, remember to breathe in and out, and do my job. I know it is a sad existence, but it is better than the last month with Lisa. Read the rest of this entry »
“Author’s note-this story takes place six months after the events of The Call Girl Chapter 01.”
Ramit and Elizabeth were in bed. The kids were finally asleep and they were enjoying some quality time alone. Ramit was laying on his back with Elizabeth snuggled up against him, her head on his shoulder.
“Ramit, I’ve been thinking about Paris,” Elizabeth said.
“What do you mean?” Ramit’s hand quieted on her back, no longer tracing patterns.
“The call girl in Paris?”
“Elise?”
“How you told her to leave. I’ve been thinking a lot about what might have happened if you hadn’t.” Elise pushed up onto one elbow, looking down into Ramit’s eyes. Read the rest of this entry »
“As this story has gone through revisions, I’ve had abundant help. I’d like to thank Angle Love, Clayton, Mark and Erik Thread for all their help and their patience.”
I’m not stupid, just dense. Actually, I’m a certified Genius, at least by MENSA standards. I don’t belong, but I passed their test once on a dare from my wife, my wonderful wife. Therein lies the story. I met her while I was at UT. I was in the honors course at the McCombs School of Business and I was also in Plan II.
Everyone knows about McCombs, it’s always in the top ten business schools in the country. Plan II is less well known and much harder to get into. They only accept about 100 or so each year. It’s a liberal arts program started in the 1930s. Basically, you take special editions of the courses that the university requires all students to take. Those required courses are your major. They are all taught by University scholars and the classes are tiny. My Freshman English Class had 9 students and was counted toward my major. My American History had 15 and also was counted toward my major. It means, with your major satisfied in your first two years, the last two years you can take anything you want, but most of us choose to have a double major. Mine was in the business school. Plan II bills itself as Ivy League quality and it is. It is also full of pretentious intellectuals. Read the rest of this entry »
Chapter 1 – Moving-in day
The move to Philadelphia had gone well. All the furniture was in, and in place. The new house was going to be a wonderful place to bring up the family – a large eight-roomed colonial with roughly two acres of land which, while not secluded, offered a lot of privacy. It had an oversized two-car garage attached, with a sundeck on top, which was accessed through a doorway off the master bedroom, which had its own bathroom. On the opposite side of the bedroom was a large walk-in closet that served as the main closet for Joan and me. Read the rest of this entry »
*Part I - The Beach*
My wife, Sandra, was attending a Real Estate seminar and I had been alone since the previous afternoon. I was feeling sorry for myself, because it was my birthday and I was all alone in the big old house. I was wondering how to pass time on this long, lonely Sunday when our friend Erica phoned and invited me to the beach. Sandra and Erica went to college together and over the years Erica has almost become part of our household. She is always full of “joie de vivre “and fun to be around. Read the rest of this entry »
*MRS. JOHANSSEN*
I was nineteen and back home from college. Not that I’d graduated, mind you; I was back home after fucking up royally. The problem was that while I’d been a good student in high school, when I got to college I discovered girls. I mean, sure, I dated a couple of girls in high school and even had a girlfriend for a while, but when I got to college I discovered S-E-X, sex! We’re talking Poontang with a capital P! I mean, it was sort of like getting out of high school had given these girls license to fuck like minks, and I was getting all the pussy I could while the getting was good. Read the rest of this entry »
Mark lay in bed next to Donna, cradling her with one arm around her shoulder and smoking a well earned post coital cigarette. Donna was cuddled into him, her head resting against his chest and her hand idly playing with his still damp but now flaccid manhood.
“Why didn’t you fuck Amey?” Mark wasn’t thinking about Amey and had to drag himself from his own reverie to answer Donna’s question.
“You’ve asked me that before and the answer is still the same. I felt loyalty to you and I didn’t want to upset you.” Read the rest of this entry »
Linda looked around the classroom, filled with over 200 first-year students. My God, she thought to herself, how am I going to get any personal attention out of this class? I enrolled in this university because it sold itself as having an average class size of 25. I guess I’ll have to remind myself what an average is.
She glanced up when the professor entered the room. Ummmm. Not bad, she mused; must be 30 something, maybe 40. Kinda young to be a full professor. He looks nice in that suit, and those sloping shoulders must mean he works out lifting weights. This may be interesting after all. Read the rest of this entry »
The day I moved into my new apartment was rather bittersweet. Having to leave my kids behind with my soon-to-be ex was a tough one. On the other hand, bumping into my downstairs neighbor (literally) turned out to be quite … enjoyable.
As I was bringing in another load on my two-wheel dolly, backing up the stairs, the door to the building flew open, and this beautiful young woman in hospital scrubs came flying out, running in to me. She was about 5′4′, long brown hair down to her shoulder blades, and bright green eyes. Read the rest of this entry »
“Hello, Honey, I’m home,” I called out in my best Ward Cleaver voice, as I came through the door. I was dead tired from crawling around in basements all day without my partner to help. My partner had stayed home without telling my why. Thank heavens it was Friday.
I walked through the house, calling out Suzi’s name as I looked in every room. She wasn’t home. Strangely, there was no note left to tell me where she went or when she would be back. I was concerned, but not too much. She was due to go spend the weekend with my son, Ben, while Ben’s fiancée, Zoë, was due to come spend the weekend with me, so I knew she would be home soon. Read the rest of this entry »