"Hun, decorate the tree with me?" "Pass." "Why?" "Not feelin' Christmassy." While he fondles the remote, I fondle balls before hanging. Hot cocoa beckons, so I dip a nip, then lift and lick. Mmmm. Peppermint follows; I slurp the stick before it slips insi...
At 35,000 feet over the Atlantic, my mind was so full of the reason for making this one-day trip, I knew I would not be able to avoid the other memories of the intimacies and joys of our life together. Was Leah, my daughter, right in telling me I was craz...
At 9 am the heat of the sun had hit Dan Carney like a wall of fire. Scrambling his six-foot frame into his van had been like squeezing into an oven. On the road with the windows wide open allowed the rush of warm air to give some relief. He reckoned that...
