Waiting in line at the bank the guy in front of me wears tight yellow leggings beneath which I can see the outline of his baggy jockey shorts. He wears a frilly yellow see-through blouse. A floppy old felt hat with a pink flower stuck in the hat band completes his outfit. He smiles a semi-toothy grin. … Continue reading Life in G-ville
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Thieves, Liars, Drunks, and Murderers
“I think you might owe me some money,” Fagen, the cook suggested. She knew she didn’t owe him anything. Her payroll came first. Before anything else. Before her own house payment. She took care of her people, her employees. Her Kikuyu… Secretly she imagined herself as Isaak Dinesen in Out of Africa. The coffee plantation… Continue reading Thieves, Liars, Drunks, and Murderers
As Dirty As I Wanna Be
How dirty can I be? Like can I say, “Fuck you!”? OK, Just checking… As Dirty As I Wanna Be? I talk like this everyday. Fuck that shit. Fuck it. Fuck you. And fuck me too. Fucking shit Fucker. Shit! Ever since I was a young girl, I thought, “What’s the big fucking deal?” Would… Continue reading As Dirty As I Wanna Be
Bunny
The bar was painted black. It was disgustingly dirty and grim. But the huge redwood beams going across the ceiling were beautiful. They matched some paint swatches to the beams and decided on a cheery yellow. They washed everything down, shampooed the carpet, dusted, washed glasses, bought some new glasses, ordered a starter bar of… Continue reading Bunny
After Hours
Moana was nearly six feet tall and that was without her knee-high black leather boots. She liked to wear lingerie. A favorite was a see-through blouse with a black bra showing her attentive red nipples and smooth creamy breasts beneath. The blouse billowed at the back but showed the cut of her very low hip hugger shorts with the… Continue reading After Hours