Wendy closed the cab door behind her and turned to look up the steps of her building. The building looked back with its non-descript door between the closed security garage doors of retail outlets on either side. Inside would be a straight run of stairs up three flights to her apartment at the back. The building stood guard over the …
One last time…press play… “We thought it was time.” Apple smiled at Cliff. “But I hadn’t even met you.” His red sweatered chest puffed out. “I know, but I’m taken.” He clinked his wine glass, full of red, with her’s. “Congrats on your promotion.” “Promotion?” Cross grabbed her naked hip and kissed her cheek. “You mean you don’t know?” Cliff …
Cliff’s eyes opened to the first morning light filtering in the window. He looked around the room trying to remember where he was. Too much wine. No hangover, but the fog was still drifting through his brain. Bailey shifted beside him. A smile spread across Cliff’s lips as he rolled onto his side and spooned his naked body against her. …
Author’s note…after a seven month hiatus, I decided it was time to dust off Cliff and the Turn About series for another spin… “I don’t think I read the recipe right.” The chef glared at him over her glasses. “Is this your cake?” Her tone was loud and annoyed. Cliff looked at the cake on the counter in front of …
“Damn!” Cliff pulled his car over. “Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!” He slammed his hands on the steering wheel. He rolled down his window as he saw the officer approaching from the vehicle with the flashing lights behind him. “License and ownership, please, sir,” the female voice instructed. Cliff pulled down on his red sweater and reached into his …
Cliff sipped from his long neck bottle as he sat alone at the bar. In fact he was alone in the pub. His red sweater was more drop sheet than anything now as it was now much too large for him. The door behind the bar opened showing it led to the alley out back. The bartender, a petite brunette …
“Hi Maggie. Just be gentle.” She smiled at him as she went about her preparations. “Don’t be nervous.” “You’re kidding, right? Not like this is my first.” Maggie ran her hand though her shoulder length brunette hair. Her black tee hung from her shoulders by spaghetti straps and featured a guitar in flames covering her ample breasts. She offered a …
“Nice,” Gray said and stepped on to the side walk with the squeak of air brakes near. Dawn had yet to break and his breath was a white vapor in front of him. The house in front of him was a dark brown sided bungalow. The lights were off, except in the front room. The large bay window was guarded …
