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I’m convinced the future of sex is above the neck. Heads are everything. Brains, eyes, lips – that’s all you need. Why do I say this? Well, a couple of weeks ago Kerry Washington had a sex scene on “Scandal” … Continue reading
The tour guide said, “Mind the elephants, now,” but Harry knew the big beasts were gentle and wouldn’t harm him. It was the little things – the insects, the snakes, the nervous little bitey things that worried him. He slathered … Continue reading
She had more than flair. She had more than style. She was mesmerizing in her flamboyance. She was like having a flaming torch in the room, no one could look away from her for even a second because she was … Continue reading
“Okay, so is there a plan B?” she asked. She looked at the snowy slope beneath her dangling feet, her skis like exclamation points in midair. Ralph turn at yelled to the skiers behind them, “What’s going on?” “Happens all … Continue reading
We went to the house because of a noise complaint. We heard barking as we approached. Several neighbors emerged from their doors to watch us. There was no answer to our knock. I peered through a window and saw 3 … Continue reading
She was no fun on April Fool’s Day. She was so gullible, every day was April Fool’s Day for her. She fell for everything. She could never play a joke on anyone. She didn’t get how it worked. That’s why … Continue reading
He used one-liners from movies for everything. It was as if he never had an original thought, but could only regurgitate things he’d memorized. The strange thing was, it was always appropriate. It always worked in the context where he … Continue reading
The pencil attached itself to the fingers of my right hand and seized control. My hand was riding the pencil, which had an agenda of its own, independent of my editorial mind. The pencil wrote. And wrote. And wrote. When … Continue reading
“What kind of shape is the bike in?” “Why?” “I thought I’d take it out for a spin. You don’t have a flat or anything, do you?” “YOU are going to ride my bike? Grandma, you’re old.” “Yes, I am. … Continue reading