The Dresser_An Indecent Promotional Stunt_Up Up and Midway!_I’d like my toaster back.
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The Dresser
10:45am Every nerve in my body is still humming on my way home. From my super sexy coffee date or all the caffeine I kept nervously pouring down my throat to keep my mouth from leaking stupid words, we’ll never know. My date, Ruby, teaches 1st grade. She has a loud, carefree laugh that can fill a room. Oh, and she is beautiful! With deep brown skin, a bright easy smile, and wavy mahogany hair that just kisses her collarbone. Oh my god, her collarbone. I wanwww.onedoor.cct to kiss her collarbone! In fact, just shrink me down so I can live in that hollow space at the base of her neck and use that sleek bone a...
An Indecent Promotional Stunt
No wine glasses or set of utensils in Los Angeles Pizzeria were in use. The only other items on any of the tables were red and white checkerboard patterned cloths used as decorative cover. The tables devoid of any food, drink, or other personal effects from customers. The wooden chairs on each side of the table – empty. The air void of the aroma of any cooking food or any men with way too much cologne for their midday date. The only noise throughout the building was Charlie’s pen on the accounting ledger in the back office; the quiet is a death knell for a restaurant that should be bri...
Up Up and Midway!
MidWoman tapped at the blinking band on her wrist. She blinked back at the new notification. There it was, a one star! And the comment began with ‘The ill-fitting costume didn’t inspire confidence…’She fumed as she loosened her belt with a ridiculously big M for a buckle. She had an inkling the old pervert would do this to her. He shouldn’t even have been there at the rendezvous.That meant she had to meet TheBoss.She knew she was not in her prime but had she lost her sheen completely?She teleported to a deserted alley. Took a deep breath. And used her average hero powers on herself.The dopamin...
I’d like my toaster back.
Apartment wanted. 35-year-old male. Freelance journalist. Friendly, quiet, often away for work. No pets. Great references. Available to move now. Can pay in advance. When Bed, Bath, and Beyond killed me off like a daytime drama actress with cluster B personality traits, Ken moved in. Three suitcases, two plastic tubs, and a desk lamp went into the furnished room at the end of the hall. And just like that, Ken fit seamlessly into my life. True to his word, he was the ideal roommate. Amiable, discreet, did his washing on opposite days, and always left the toilet seat down. He was everything...