Making Love
Mr. And Mrs. Robinson
It had reached that point. Maybe you’ve been there, maybe not. It really doesn’t make much of a difference. Call it a mid- life crisis, call it whatever you goddamn well please. All Cliff Robinson knew was that if things didn’t change, and change fast, disaster was soon to follow.
His forty-eighth birthday was soon approaching, and he was suffocating. Not just in an allegorical sense, but literally suffocating. He woke up each morning, and in his mind, felt the need to tell himself to breathe. Things might have gone just fine without this daily reminder, but Cliff, as he thought upon awakening every day, was not about to roll the dice with his life on the line.
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You Never Really Know
I never really paid much attention to that little phrase. But lying in bed this Friday morning, I can’t seem to get it out of my mind. How could I have done what I did? Where did it come from? Was this part of my character just lurking there for all my years, hidden beneath the surface? Who am I, really? And what other perversities am I capable of?…..
There’s this scented candle burning. Jasmine, this attractive black girl who I know from my Political Science course, and kind of like, is naked, straddling Bobby. When Bobby catches a glimpse of me through the corner of his eye, he lunges towards the door, throwing Jasmine to the floor. He locks the door, with me inside.