There are few things I’m more thankful for than Lucy’s insatiability. She came to the city poor and hungry. Got a job. Got a tiny apartment. Threw herself into our little circle of friends. I got her hooked on coming over to use my Hitachi early on. She didn’t have...

There was a peace in the courtyard of the hotel that he thought was gone from the world. A good strong pot of coffee wordlessly placed on his table, fresh fruit and fresh croissants, pristine white tablecloths under wide cerulean umbrellas which were in turn under a...

THANK YOU FOR PURCHASING PATCH AG1049 - YOUR ORIGINAL CONFIGURATION AND NEW PARAMETERS WILL BE SAVED ON YOUR HOUSE NETWORK DRIVE. The day seemed like nothing but waiting for him to get home. She cooked, she cleaned, she prettied herself, but it wasn’t until her...

The call usually came on Sunday, in the early afternoon. Specifically, Sundays which were preceded by a wild Saturday night on the town with the girls. That’s when the princess was reminded of her lady in waiting. Isabelle, the princess, always had the prettiest party...

She had that thing. That thing where she always looked pissed off. It took a long time to figure out that she wasn’t always mad, just most of the time. She invited me over to brainstorm. She had an art project she was working on, but we never seemed to get to talking...

It was just another morning. He was a little groggy from a long somewhat sleepless night. Sometimes his head got going when he laid down in bed and just wouldn’t stop. Too many mistakes to think about. Too many lapses in judgement. When he finally got out of bed, he...

There was a familiar comfort in the deep couch. There was a knowledge that if one sat on that couch, they would sink back and possibly never get up. But that’s what we wanted at that moment. It was cold and raining outside. We could hear a bitter and cruel wind...

It started as just a little game between Lucy and me. How I’d tease her and how she’d blush and pout. “You know the only reason I like you is because of your big tits,” I’d say, pushing her into a corner and feeling her up. “Rude! How could you say that!” she’d whine,...

Title: Madeline for Brunch In a lot of ways, Madeline still felt like a stranger in New York. She had made friends, got a good job, found a comfortable apartment, but sometimes, like when she was invited over to someone’s house for brunch, she felt like an imposter...

The girl in the beret came to the speakeasy on Mondays and Wednesdays, the quiet days. The somewhat secret bar was at the end of an anonymous alley on the Lower East Side street. Its plain metal door had no markings. You had to know someone to find out about it and...