He was nervous and late. He had just been out for his regular run. Then he realised that today was his first ballroom lesson at the “Trancing dancing” studio. He never could work out that title. Neither could he quite grasp why his instructor was called “Madamme Morphia”. Maybe today he was about to find out.
He rang the bell and the automatic door buzzed as he went in. He followed the signs to the studio. His curiosity was aroused to learn why some read “Don’t get too tired now”. Read more…
“Wake up sleeping beauty!” she said.
He quickly pulled his head from the velvet cushion on the large sofa and rubbed his eyes. His fellow fan of film noir and vintage horror sat across from him in what he knew to be the Magic Lantern Club. He knew all about this classic cinema palace even though he had never been there. She had booked it and promised to take him. He must have dozed off . He dimly remembered a chauffeured limo drive , some movement, and again-sleep.
“Got some work to do with these, hon. Celluloid surprises that have probably done the rounds of every flea-pit and grind-house in the land. They’re all digitally remastered onto DVD. And we get to categorize all of em!”
He groaned. Read more…
The phone rang. When i picked it up i was told by the sexy voice “The Restaurant Next to Vacation Village. Reservation under your name. 7pm. Be there!” i was perplexed, i thought that i had recognized the voice from some of the files that i had downloaded off of the internet, but i never use my real name so how could that be? i thought that someone was playing a joke. It was probably one of my buddies that wanted to go to a strip club next to some place called Vacation Village. i thought “i’ll show them. i just won’t show up”. Read more…
I had decided that I would schedule my upcoming trip to Asia on an airline that didn’t have an American flag painted on the side of the plane—what with all the terrorist attacks and other crap going on. In fact, I booked my flight on an Asian airline that I knew almost nothing about.
When I arrived at LAX I was pleasantly surprised to see a shiny new Boeing B-747-400 — the kind with the first class seats all located in that upper-deck “bubble.” As I climbed the stairs I saw that I was the only person booked into first class and I settled into my seat. I decided to sit in the seat opposite the jump seat that the flight attendant sits in for takeoffs and landings and when she sat down for the takeoff I was very, very happy I had chosen this airline and this seat! “Oh my god! . . . Wow! . . . This could be the most memorable flight of my poor, sex-starved life . . . just for the takeoff alone!” I thought to myself. Read more…
PART 2: THE BEGINNING
Jillian Hill was looking forward to her third anniversary dinner with
her husband, Jackson. She had planned it carefully, and made all the
arrangements far in advance. She and Jack were going to eat at their
favorite restaurant and night spot, the Lost World. The music there was
always nice, the light was low and the drinks were potent. Read more…
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