"A single photograph can save a life and heal hearts"
Chapter One: The Beauty of Broken ThingsKelso paused for the shot, because it was perfect. It was not the bridge over the river, cloaked in a rolling autumn fog, and it was not the distant, hazy forms of the buildings,...
"Lindsay is hoping to get more involved in the brothel's day to day operations."
“Back in the day, we used to have paper ledgers – big logbooks – and that’s how we kept track of all the revenue and expenses for the house, how many parties each girl had during their stays, their net...
"The sequel to a young girl becoming a prostitute."
After the plows came through, I was finally able to scrape most of the snow from my car and drive home. Oh wait! I better back up.Ok, when I last wrote, I had driven over an hour to a motel...
"Will Jim ever get his wish and hook up with Kenzie?"
Happy Ending Ranch was more crowded than it had any right to be on a midday afternoon. All eight of the ladies on duty were either tending to paying clients in their private bedrooms or hamming it up with potential...
"Mom and I needed the money. So why not!"
All I heard was a muffled scream. We both turned to look. It was my mom. She was home early. Tory hadn’t finished and I wasn’t ready to stop him because I hadn’t cum either. In the corner of my...
"The brothel hires a new turnout"
What the hell was she doing? Life wasn’t supposed to be like this. Pamela McCarron rubbed her bleary eyes with one hand and stymied a yawn with the other. Look at me – I’m number crunching, of all things, at...
There she standsOn the street corner,Seems very sadLike quite the loner.I roll down the window,She yells "How about a date?"I'm not too sureIf I should reciprocate.She runs to the passenger door,I unlock it quickly.She hops in the cab,I'm feeling just...
"She looked at the money in her hand for a moment and then looked up at me with puppy dog eyes asking, “Am I a prostitute now?”."
It was August 1983 and only a few months since we got married. Susannah decided to pursue secondary education. She enrolled herself at a college in the St. Petersburg, Florida area. As her first day of school rapidly approached, she...
"Love is a deadly game. The good guys don't always dress in white and the bad guys aren't the only ones wearing black. It's a muddled grey of pain and regret."
San Francisco. 1950. The Post war economy still booms, but not everyone prospers. Heroin has become the drug of choice. Nightclubs and brothels have taken over the city’s opium dens. Like so many other cities across the country, gangs and...
"A woman takes on the men in her neighborhood for money and realizes just how much she loves being a whore."
One summer night, hubby and I sat on the deck with our neighbors, Joan and Clearance, having a few drinks. It was a beautiful evening as we enjoyed spending the night together as we often have.Joan and Clearance have been...
