"In the shadow of Cold War jets and a Rhineland brothel, a homesick airman gifts a desperate dreamer a ticket to Hollywood she can never use,"
The Western FrontThe brothel hunkered on the edge of Kaiserslautern like a forgotten relic, its faded yellow stucco blending into the misty hills of Rhineland-Palatinate. It was February 82, Germany felt like a pressure cooker, Cold War tensions simmering, Jets...
"Sawyer's fallen for George, but can their love last beyond the summer?"
I knew it was pathetic to be jealous of Gerald, but as I stood at the backyard grill on the Fourth of July, I found myself glowering at my neighbor's son.While I was supposed to be making sure I cooked...
"George gave Sawyer his first blowjob. Now he wants to be his first fuck."
No doubt about it, my neighbor had me hooked. George had given me my first taste of sex, and now I wanted to gorge myself on it. For the next several days, I felt as if a low-grade but constant...
"A brothel worker who survives by controlling desire is shaken when a punk offers her a sexless marriage of convenience, only to vanish before the choice can harden into escape."
The Splintered VowThe winter of 1983 bit harder than usual in Kaiserslautern. January winds swept down from the Pfalz forest, rattling the windows of the brothel and carrying rumors of fresh protests in Bonn against NATO’s planned deployment of Pershing...
"Sawyer and George continue helping each other out."
When I left for work the following morning, I found myself sneaking glances at George's house. Was he still in bed, making the most of his Saturday by sleeping late? Or was he already in his kitchen, sipping coffee? Was he...
"Ayla Yılmaz another room in the anthology of forgotten dreams."
The brothel’s downstairs bar was thick with smoke and the smell of spilled beer on a Friday night in late autumn 1982. Outside, the rain drummed on the parked Opel Asconas and American Ford Pintos belonging to the evening’s clientele....
"Sawyer's older neighbor catches him masturbating outdoors."
Though I had the house to myself that Friday night, the place still felt too small. Growing more restless, I moved from the living room to my bedroom, where the window was open and the local Top 40 radio station...
"In Cold War shadows near Ramstein Air Base, a defected East German sex worker finds fleeting echoes of lost love in the arms of a homesick American soldier."
The brothel sat on the outskirts of Kaiserslautern, a squat two-story building with faded yellow stucco that blended into the misty Rhineland-Palatinate landscape. It was 1982, and the Cold War hung like a perpetual fog over everything—the American jets roaring...
"“I want that leaning tower of penis in my asshole, Bruce. Can you do that for me?” “You got it, Mrs. M!”"
Kevin laid the diary on the kitchen counter after reading the first couple of sentences. “A lecture on the economic outlook for the 1930s, eh?”Cassie gave him a thin smile. “Yeah, I have a feeling it was a wee bit...
"“Oh my goodness,” Cassie breathed. “Mamó, you’re certainly giving Grampa Lloyd the cold shoulder, aren’t you? ...Are you and Harvey holding hands?”"
The surface of the lake sparkled as the sun rose above the stand of scrub pines on the southeastern shore, sweeping away the slim wisps of fog and spawning a steamy last Saturday of summer.Clutching her cup of coffee, Cassie...