"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...
"Alan is desperate for his older neighbor to take his virginity."
I'd been secretly watching our neighbor for the better part of an hour. Staring out the living room window, I got an eyeful of the man as he repaired our brick walkway. My dad was paying him to do the...
"At her friend's urging, Natalie experiments with a vibrator for the first time."
As Kelly and I stepped into her house at a little after one in the morning, we made no effort to muffle our laughter. Her parents were out of town for the weekend, so we didn't have to worry about...
"Sometimes, a truth well told is the best way to cover your tracks."
‘You didn’t fucking hire her?!’‘Yes! Yes! I did!’‘Fuck me, Bobby! She’s fucking illiterate. You’ve hired a copywriter that can’t fucking write!’‘How would you fucking know, Johnny? You write like a bored schoolboy who’s rushing to finish the words bit so...
"A therapist and his client fall under the sway of a tempting spirit."
Adrian's smile faded into a frown of concern when he got a closer look at Stella's face. The young woman rose from a chair in the front waiting area, forcing her own smile as she approached him. "Hi, Adrian," she...