Cute Girls

I got off the bus at the hot, dusty town of Be’er Sheva and checked my luggage in a locker. There was one taxi standing outside the bus station. I asked the middle-aged, bald driver:

“Do you speak English and how many years have you been driving taxi?”

“Yes and 25 years. Why is this important?”

“I need someone who knows Be’er Sheva well to help me find someone. Do you know where the Ya’akov family lives and can you take me there now?”

The taxi driver introduced himself as Ronin and offered me a Time cigarette. Taxi drivers are the same all over the world – compulsive talkers. It must be the captive audience. Ronin discussed the state of the shekel, how the “haredim” (ultra-orthodox Jews) were taking away everybody’s idea of a fun time and gave me a short history of Be’er Sheva from Avraham to the Likud Party. Ronin had the time to expound on all these topics because the Ya’akovs’ home was a large villa on the outskirts of the town. I went up to the gate but nobody answered the intercom. I went back dejectedly to the taxi and told Ronin: (more…)

For all the times I’ve walk this street, I never got use to the feeling of being watched when walking it alone. This morning walking back to my apartment, more than merely being watched I felt as if everyone knew what I had done… where I had been the night before.

This particular morning the Parisian streets and sidewalks were wet with a slow drizzling rain. It must have been 11h00 already.

After being out all night my thoughts shamelessly returned to Nick, my fiancé. Nick had left Paris only last week in order to be back for the start of the winter semester in Virginia. (more…)

On one Tuesday the manager called me into his office and told me that I had been requested for an event the following day. Apparently three businessmen would be here then and they had a habit of hiring a coach and horse team. Dressed up in Victorian outfits they would go for a ride around the country, “For country read the hotel grounds mainly,” the manager advised. I was asked if I was agreeable to it. “Just some dressing up and acting the part.” He told me. What could I lose…no readers, don’t answer that one. (more…)

Ever tried to shift the weight of a sleeping man from your body? Ever tried to shift two? It’s like being pinned to the bed by a felled water-buffalo; well at least I imagine it would be. It’s not that I mind – being pinned by two men that is – it’s just that it’s rather difficult to extricate yourself without waking them, especially if your trying to avoid another bout of rampant love-making. Now don’t get me wrong, I would never deliberately avoid making love, especially to the two now sleeping peacefully, but occasionally a girl needs a moment to herself, and now is one of those times. (more…)

Sam strode through the door and out to the pool deck. I spun around on the couch up into a sitting position and looked at him, my eyes wide with terror.

“”I”m dead, I know it.”"

With a cold, hard expression on his face, he walked right up to Renee”

“Looks like you two have been having quite the time!” he said in a loud, curt voice.

Renee” began to sob.

“Oh Sam, you don”t understand.”

“Oh, I understand, alright. Get rid of old Sam, so you can fuck the guitar teacher! My God, Renee”, it sounds like a bad romance novel! Do you think I”m stupid?” (more…)

The theatre was dark with a single spotlight centered on the two figures on the stage. It was the final act, and Jayne realized with a start, that she had missed most of the dialogue that had passed between the actors. Instead, her focus had been on the slow rhythmic sound of Steve”s steady breathing and the warmth emanating from his closeness. The faint masculine scent of his body teased her and flooded her senses with intoxicating arousal.

She glanced surreptitiously at him. Her deep green eyes swept over his face then drifted down the seat, admiring again the strong line of his jaw, his finely chiseled features and his hard body clad in a tuxedo. (more…)

We had always wanted an old house in a nice area of Edinburgh, but who would have guessed how things would work out? We got the house - an old stone-built Victorian terrace in Trinity - but not long after we bought it Rob was made redundant. With the Edinburgh property market the way it is we knew that it would be next to impossible for us to sell without making a huge loss. I could take a long time telling you about how we tried to solve the problem - but this story is about what we did do - certainly not what we expected to be doing when we moved in! This is a true story and we are still writing it… (more…)

“Princess,

We’ll be staying at my place this Friday. Coat with nothing under it again, put your hair in a ponytail this time. I heard you had a good time this weekend, pool party sounds like it must have been a ball. I’ll pick you up at 4:30.

Your Lancelot”

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Todd picked her up on Friday, the conversation during the ride centered around the pool party. Like Chad, he wanted to know what had happened. Mostly he seemed amused that her step-cousin had taken advantage of the situation the way he did. For some reason she had distantly be hoping that it would make him angry or jealous, not that she needed protection from Chad since he’d be gone for the summer. She’d convince her father to let her get an apartment with a girlfriend or something, and then she just wouldn’t let Chad know where she was - and even if he found out she didn’t have to let him in. (more…)

“Hey baby, I’m getting ready to leave work in a few minutes. Are you going to be ready when I get home?” you ask. I frown at the phone. I don’t like your friend Kevin, and you are coming home to pick me up to go to a party for him.

“Do we have to go?” I whimper. Kevin is always leering at me like a dirty old man. Although he’s never said a word to me, he’s always looking at my cleavage like he wants to drool all over me. “If he ever said a word to you or tried anything on you I’d pound him into the ground baby. Let the man look, poor guy hasn’t had a woman in years. Can you blame him?” you respond. (more…)

When I first heard about the Paris Hilton sex tape scandal my thoughts drifted immediately to an unmarked VHS tape that sits hidden deeply in the back of my closet. A tape that contains similar activities between myself and the daughter of wealthy parents, although admittedly of a far less recognizable name than Hilton. Although she’s no heavy partying socialite like Paris, my co-star does stand to inherit her own sizable fortune. In many ways the tape chronicles a strange four month period in my life. (more…)