Gloria, What To Do With My Purse

I was sitting in the front lobby of my wife’s beauty salon. The Turnabout Gurl Salon recently changed hands, now a prestigious salon that oozes femininity. A typical late Friday afternoon occurrence with me, now something I look forward to since they have changed hands.

The décor has changed, the uniforms the stylists wear have been upgraded, and their level of business has doubled. So much to see now, the stylists new dress a work of art. Brief, lacy, form fitting and along with some towering high heels a real sight to take in.

Fawn, A Sexy Cocktail Waitress

It was sheer bedlam in the casino, a group had booked the whole casino and hotel for seven days straight, we are talking major money here. No info on the group was shared down at our level yet, but it was rumored they were major high rollers.

The problem was quite a few employees were on vacation, something the casino allowed, in fact encouraged, right after the Christmas holiday. So, the powers to be were down interviewing everybody to see who could work extra shifts to fill in the gaps.

Sandcastles, Boiled Shrimp, and Gentle Gulf Breezes
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman

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The Open Highway
Somewhere Between New Orleans, Louisiana and Mobil, Alabama

A few weeks ago my life had flashed before my eyes. I'd been forced to cosplay as a Confederate Rifleman for a dumb Civil War reenactment by my tyrant father. In the course of the reenactment I'd developed a second degree sunburn, was bitten by a venomous snake, became dehydrated, and finally the cherry on the sundae was the fact that I had to spend three weeks in the hospital.

Robin, A Nail Polish Dilemma

I was still living at home, even though I was eighteen and had just finished my schooling. The last year of school was difficult for me, so any hope of a college degree was futile. I had the smarts but lacked any desire to utilize it. Usually a few weeks after I was taught the material I would have a hard time even reciting it back. I couldn’t see any use for the knowledge being taught me, I knew I would end up doing something physical to earn a living. The few friends I associated with had already faced that reality, two in construction and another driving trucks for a living.Robin,

“Brock,” she said. “Oh, Brock, look at you.

Last to Know
by Suzan Donamas

“You gonna be much longer in there?” my flatmate asks as I apply the finishing touches to my make-up and give my ever-growing hair one final brush.

“Just a sec,” I reply. “Just got one last thing to do….” I smile as I reach into my medicine drawer and retrieve the two packets of pills that over the last two weeks have become beyond precious to me. The fact that one packet is labelled ‘progesterone’ and the other ‘oestrogen’ should be all you need to know why.

“Are you kidding me?” Mrs. Humphrey exclaimed once the office door closed.

I stood next to Melissa and wished I could turn invisible. Perhaps if I touched my lanyard then Chief O’Brien would transport me out of the wrath of Mrs. Humphrey. We could all see the vein in her head pulsing faster with each passing second.

“It was my idea, Mrs. Humphrey,” Andrea said.

“Some point today would be good,” Luke yelled through the closed door, growing increasingly exasperated by his sister's procrastination.

“Just a sec, I’m nearly there,” Lucy replied as she looked at her reflection in her mirror.