Open Positions

When Wendy stops by my desk first thing in the morning and throughout the day and last thing before she leaves, even though I’m not her boss I think she’s just doing her job, checking in how she can help. When she smiles at me and brings me from the shop in the lobby cups …

Catching Feelings

“This is the last time I’m doing this,” Katrina says as I close my front door behind her, “Ryan asked me to marry him, you know. He stopped cheating on me, too.” She takes her overcoat off, tosses it over the credenza in the hallway. “We don’t have to if you don’t want.” My hands …

Stacy & Madeline

Stacy turned around so she was straddling her friend, one leg folded up against the car’s center console, the other propped against the door jam. It was an awkward position, but Stacy didn’t care. She leaned in, pressed her lips against Madeline’s, kissed her fiercely, intensely. She brought her hand up, cupping, squeezing, groping her friend’s chest.