Stalked

“So I got a box in the mail from her the other day. Priority Mail.”
“From who? Your stalker?”
“Yup.”
“I don’t get it. I’ve had four books published and I’ve never had a stalker. You’ve published one book and you have a stalker and how many obsessive fans?”
“Who’s counting?”
Peggy laughed. “I don’t mean to laugh. It’s actually [...]

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Birthday celebrations commenced a day early. After waging war with my cyberstalker all day long, I settled in for the eve with some sake and a little herbal palliative. Trouble was I wanted to hear some music and the tinny little desktop CD player just wasn’t doing the trick.
So, some time around 8:00 PM (to [...]

A Sexual Obsession With Soup Pots

When Trace developed arthritis and carpal tunnel syndrome from fifteen years of slamming away at typewriters and keyboards he traded in his old handgun for a System Automatic 9mm revolver with an ergonomic grip.
“Why do you have a gun?” Lisa asked. She wrapped the soft, brown sheets around her bare breasts and sat up in [...]