Stinking Telegram Pt 2 It was now late Sunday afternoon and I was sitting in front of my computer for perhaps the fiftieth time reviewing the door camera footage of my destruction. For the fiftieth time in a row, I felt that familiar stirring deep wi...

Working from home definitely has its perks. The Friday afternoon was sunny and warm, and my meetings for the day were done. I stretched, stood up from my office chair, and began to think about what to have for lunch. My phone buzzed at exactly noon,...

This is a sequel to Time to Clean The Garage. All actions are between consenting adults. Megan had known she'd kicked the hornet's nest with the garage stunt, but it had to be done. She wasn't going to be trapped in a relationship where her desires...

The rental box truck lumbered down the rainy interstate, streetlights reflecting as brightly off the roadway as above it, the windshield wipers the only competition to the growling diesel engine. Both took turns overpowering the feeble FM radio. Sure...

The alarm clock sounded at 5:00 am, although Megan pretended she was still asleep as Todd, her husband of five years, showered and dressed. His suitcase was packed by the door for a guy's weekend of golfing, beer and sports or something equally forge...