The Stripper
I didn’t start university until my early twenties. My grades at school weren’t great so I worked a job for …
I didn’t start university until my early twenties. My grades at school weren’t great so I worked a job for …
Elise tossed and turned in her bed for most of the night. If she had slept at all, it was …
I slipped the note under the door of Mother Superior’s office and hurried out of the back door of the …
It was early spring. While my love life was hardly what I would call “on the skids”, it had been …
I met her when she was moving from the dorms on Chapel Hill to an apartment just off campus. She …
Amy pulls into the hotel driveway. Distracted by the view of the lake, she almost runs down the bellhop. Slamming …
Marie Quinn had never in her forty-seven years woken up one morning in bed with a woman, until now. The …
Ross Creek flowed quietly into a natural pool. The only sound was a steady murmur of water dropping over a …
It was hot and sticky; the temperature at 3:00 a.m. was still in the eighties, with ocean humidity making human …
I roll over in bed and stare at the clock, the glowing red numbers reading 1:17 a.m. I could call …