There’s No Such Thing As a Free Lunch But Free Massages Are A Thing. (Sexy Short Fiction; Dialogue Only)

You are cracked in your damn noggin, Tye. I knew you’d disapprove. You’re suspicious of everybody. Force of habit. Even if I wasn’t a detective, I’d think it was certifiable to go to a strange man’s apartment for a free massage. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? He’s doing it for practice. … More There’s No Such Thing As a Free Lunch But Free Massages Are A Thing. (Sexy Short Fiction; Dialogue Only)

Totally Not A Fake Thing (A One-Minute Read, Or 1:33 If You Read Slow)

I can’t believe I let you talk me into this. I am powerfully persuasive, but in this instance the gentleman doth bullshit too much, methinks. Beg pardon? I said, “Let’s.” You said, “Okay.” That’s highly advanced coercion tactics, right there. Look, we don’t have to do this. Truly? You won’t mind if we don’t? Truly. … More Totally Not A Fake Thing (A One-Minute Read, Or 1:33 If You Read Slow)

Grammar Rules When Counting Monkeys (#1MinuteStory)

“Look! Monkeys!” Two quarreling boys scrambled to the glass door. There would be face prints to wipe later, but she didn’t care. As the boys scanned the trees, blessed silence baptized the tiny apartment for 5, 4, 3, 2, –. “I don’t see no damn monkeys,” snapped the younger. Her eyes sprang open, “Gunner! Language!” … More Grammar Rules When Counting Monkeys (#1MinuteStory)

PRIMARY LOVE

In Grade 5, my friends and I used to punch each other on the arm. We pulled no punches, literally. We genuinely wanted to deliver, and to receive, the hardest, most painful blows possible. Resulting bruises were both coveted and admired. Looking back, pummeling each other seems a preposterous pastime. And it was. But it … More PRIMARY LOVE

The Pet Sitter: In which a pet sitter discovers the pets aren’t home alone

The front door was unlocked. Again. Crazy fucker. One of these days he may come home to find his shit gone, or worse, his pets killed by some maniac pet killer. And what about me? It’s a careless disregard for my safety. What if I walked in and disturbed a burglary? What if said burglar, … More The Pet Sitter: In which a pet sitter discovers the pets aren’t home alone

En Garde!

The two adversaries are forever fencing. The mind parry-ripostes, and gains an advantage. The heart attacks, lunging passionately and turning reason into a colander. Both are scarred, scabbed, and bleeding. Who knew so much damage could be inflicted by so many little pricks?