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

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