Freeway Turn About

“Where are we going, boss?” Cliff opened the van door for her and allowed the brunette Amazon to get in. She had a curvy gothic look with her black coat over top of a black sweater, skirt and nylons. Her black boots almost came up to the bottom of her skirt. Cliff trundled through the wind and snow to the …

Turn About Psychobabble

“Let me see if I have this straight.” She uncrossed her long legs and stood. Putting down her notebook, she turned to face him and leaned back on the desk. “You had an ex-wife that mentally beat you down to where you need to thank every woman for a fantasy.” Her black skirt slit in the front, rising just enough …

Turn About…But Stretch First

“How old is she?” “Heather? She’s 20.” Cliff looked around at the exercise equipment as they walked through the gym. Derek stopped at the rowing machine. “Half your age, man.” “She works for me and that’s it.” Derek chuckled as he crouched to adjust to machine. “Yet you keep bringing her up.” Cliff sighed and looked at his reflection in …

Turn About Business

“Nice sweater.” Cliff tugged his red sweater over his large belly in a self conscious mock of the Picard maneuver. The young lady grinned and smacked her gum as her jaw hammered at it. Her brunette hair fell far enough that she could have sat on it. Her black sweater and red skirt showed off her curves. “Has Ms. Williams …

Plowing Snow

This is one of those mornings… You know those mornings…when at oh-five hundred you are woken by the passing snow plows. When even after those snow plows, the roads are still treacherous as the snow is falling so fast to quickly rebuild its camouflage fort for the ice underneath. Then you get out with the shovel and get the walk …

Human

There is someone across the street standing in the glowing snow. The snow glows in reflection of lights above. It glistens and shines from street and house lights…man made lights. The lights of the gods are covered over by a thick film of snow filled clouds. They shall remain until they empty themselves of this current snow fall. I would …

Turn About in the Sand

“Damn!” Cliff finished his ice cream cone just as he spotted the drips on his red sweater. Licking the tip of his thumb, he brushed at it trying to get it off his large belly. He walked along the path watching the people. Compared to most, he was over dressed. The arm pit sweat stains grew by the second. The …