“I’m going out to get food for the baby,” she said. “Do you want anything?” It was clear she wanted him to go and if he didn’t, her feathers would be ruffled. Too bad, it was her turn. “I’m good,” he said, whistling a little tune. She gave him a beady-eyed stare. “Don’t strain yourself.” Minutes later, she was back. “Nice to see you still perched here doing nothing.” “Back already? What did you do, fly?” She shot him a lo...

“Open up; it’s yummy,” Mom lied to me. Her eyes held mirth, Of that I could see. I did what I could. I turned this way then that. But what I really could have used, Was a baseball bat. It was hopeless of course, Of that I could see. That’s when an idea, It came to me. I opened my mouth, And took it all in. And then turned my head towards mommy, With a most evil grin. What I did then, Even Satan would have been amazed. I s...

Loni took a seat and moved closer to the table. There was an uncomfortable silence as Brad's parents surveyed the way she had dressed and the amount of makeup she wore. "My, that's an interesting ensemble. Is it new?" his Mom finally stated in carefully chosen words. "No. It's been hanging in back of my closet for too long and I decided to wear it," she answered. The waiter almost dropped his tray of water glasses and hot...

I dropped an egg on the kitchen floor - the floor must have been uneven, for the egg began to slide towards me, slowly. I thought it was chasing me. I got scared, and ran away. He always ordered eggs for breakfast. Every day I sat and watched him eat. Sometimes, I would eat too. Sometimes, he would give me something from his plate. But most days, I just sat and watched him eat. Every forkful was perfect. Each, the same si...

As Bruce drove home he still could not believe what had happened. He had just been hugged and kissed by Gina Giambucci, the bosses daughter. It was not a normal kiss, it was a brief yet passionate fillled tongue kiss. The hug was a strong one and you could not have slipped a piece of paper between their bodies.He could still smell her exotic perfume and feel her silky arms around his shoulders. He was so caught up in the...

I decided to have biscuits and gravy for breakfast today. I can't make biscuits from scratch any better than by using Bisquick, and that eliminates a lot of measuring and fiddling. So I got out the box of Bisquick, and read the recipe on the side panel. Bisquick recipe is: (edited for brevity) 2-1/4 C Bisquick  2/3 C milk Mix to soft ball stage and dump out.  Knead ten times.  1/4" thick  Cut into biscuits  450 oven - 8-1...

Miranda lay there under her silk sheets afraid to open her eyes, she didn't want to face the morning. She silently scolded herself for her weakness of breaking a long-time vow to never, ever, ever slept with any man after the first date, no matter how attractive or desirable they might be. She tentatively reached out her hand to the space next to her, it was empty. She was not surprised, typical male behavior. He got his...

They made their way to the dance floor maneuvering through the throng of people and started dancing. Miranda could tell that Ken was not a dancer, but he could keep a beat and he just mimicked what the other males were doing. She could not stop smiling, she had not enjoyed herself this much in quite awhile. The dance numbers ended and a slow song started. Ken and Miranda stared at each other for an awkward moment and then...

Breakfast in the Village It's another lovely day in the Village. Birds are singing and butterflies are floating. Waking I get this notion to fix breakfast for my love. Bouncing down my stairs, Parker and Bailey leading the way. In the kitchen to my dismay, nothing in the fridge or cupboards they are bare. I am blessed for three blocks away sits my local grocer. Lucky beagle, Parker rides to the grocer, ears flapping in th...