“So what, you think you’re better than the rest of us? Don’t want to break those designer nails of yours.” The big girl sneers.  She wasn’t just big, she was big and square.  Her body was built like a soggy card board box.  I am so glad she’s not talking to me. The pretty … Continue reading Brandy (part of the series “InTo SIN, The Story Is Not Over”)

I stare at the note on the refrigerator door. The penmanship is so curly cute on pink floral paper, it makes me want to puke; even worse, it smells of “Red”. When Dee Dee puts her “signature scent” to her little notes, I always know she’s feeling guilty about something. “Hey girl!” it says with … Continue reading The Newbie (part of the series “InTo SIN, The Story Is Not Over”)

The Man. Brandy… makes my heart race, my body warm, and my mind numb. I could really party with brandy… “Hidee ho Mr. Dunn.” Mr. Stifleman says cheerfully as I walk into session. What a goof ball. He looks goofy too. Mr. Stifleman is my therapist. He is tall and lanky with a long face … Continue reading The Man (Part of the series “InTo SIN, The Story Is Not Over”)

THE SWAN "Where were you last night in your slumbering? Were you snoring through an Opera in Italy in the year 1658, or like me, flying over the Ozarks on the back of a swan?" Her words come fast and excitedly as if she is afraid she will forget what she had planned on saying. … Continue reading The Swan (part of the series “InTo SIN, The Story Is Not Over”)