Perfect Fit

She had her head on his lap, it was nice. A stray thought told him it would be nicer if she was face down but he was okay with the intimacy not being sexual. His head was providing her enough shade that she didn’t need to squint against the brilliant blue of a perfectly cloudless […]

The Stripper

He rubbed his eyes with a satisfaction so great he wanted to find a metaphor for it. It had been a long hard day and his back had been threatening to freeze into a rictus of pain at several points during the series of meetings he had been party to. It was such a pleasure […]

The Robbery

He was sipping his café latte and fuming, an impressive feat since the coffee was hot and it must have burnt his tongue every one of the first few times he put the cup to his lips. If it hurt his throat he didn’t seem to notice. He was too busy being angry. She was […]

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