“I don’t want to start like that. And again…two, three, four….” “Hold it, HOLD IT!” The Bandit held up a hand and waved frantically, making disgusted faces. Zero raised an eyebrow at the spastic diplay, but willingly shut off the tape recorder.
“Something the matter?” “YES, God damn your oversized beak!” The Bandit glared furiously at Zero, fists on hips.
Zero selfconsciously rubbed the bridge of his nose, which was quite frankly a tremendously outsized appendage for the face upon which it rested, a bit of Cherokee ancestry that wouldn’t have been out of place on a nickel.
“What is it? And calm down, you look like you’re about to explode.” “You promised me NO cliches and NO stuff stolen from other people!” “Well, of course not,” Zero replied, looking hurt. “But we haven’t even started playing yet….”
“You know damn well what I mean!” The Bandit rewound the tape, still glaring at Zero. [ ...continue reading "PART 1: Some Introductions "The Bandit"" ]
Look, I know I’m not supposed to pick up hitchers.
It’s not smart for me, and it’s not smart for the hiker.
But it was a rainy afternoon, and the guy up the road looked
really dejected. He was somewhat small anyway, and his
shoulders slumped over as he slogged through the mud. All
alone in the half-dark like that, he reminded me of my cat
when I had rescued him as a stray from a sudden downpour.
The kid had a yellow poncho on and wasn’t carrying any bag
or even a gas can. I supposed he was just walking some
short distance, and I could drop him off and be on my way in
I pulled over and lowered the passenger window.
“Where you headed?”
The guy leaned down and looked in through the opened
window. Except it wasn’t a guy. She was [ ...continue reading "Grey" ]
Back in the Kennedy era, it wasn’t easy for a 17-year-old male, going
to a good school in an upper-middle-class suburb, to lose his virginity.
Not without having to pay. Kids these days,… God, listen to the old
geezer! Kids in the ’90s who haven’t fucked on the second date probably
figure they’ve screwed up (so to speak). And that may have been the
case in L.A. or Greenwich Village when I was a teenager — but certainly
not on the north side of San Antonio.
That decade held world-changing surprises for all of us, but at its
beginning things still moved slowly and cautiously. Call me a fogy, but
teenagers in the ’60s and ’70s gained sexual liberation at the cost of
The Locker Room Liars Club used the classic baseball metaphors in
describing their alleged successes on dates. “First base” meant the
girl had allowed [ ...continue reading "Getting It Right" ]
I was just out cruising around, and decided to follow this truck in front of me that appeared to be doing the same thing. As soon as I pulled up next to the truck this blonde haired girl leaned out and said hi.
She was a knockout. Full head of blonde hair, blue eyes, and full lips. The way she was leaning out the passenger side window made her breasts strain against her silky white top. This was definitely going to be interesting!
I rolled down the window and said hello back. We made some idle chatter while waiting for the light to change, and then she asked me if I wanted to go dancing. I told her yes, and followed her and her friend to one of the local bars.
We pulled into the parking lot and found places to park, albeit not very close [ ...continue reading "Cruising" ]
Sarah looked at herself in her bedroom mirror. She was proud of the way she looked in her wedding dress. The glossy white satin clung to her slim figure, emphasizing the curves of her breasts and hips. The floor- length dress was sleeveless and backless, comfortable for the hot August weather, but still modest. It was a modern dress, with no lace or bows, and with straight lines and only a slightly flared skirt.
She’d made the backless satin dress herself, and although she liked the dress, she was nervous about what to wear under it. It was too hot out for pantyhose, although she knew that was what her mother would wear under the circumstances, and she’d just taken off a pair of panties when she discovered that their outlines had shown clearly through the clinging white satin. As she debated what to put on under the dress, [ ...continue reading "The Bride" ]