Duane: A Short Story

Ashton was visiting for a weekend, it was only him. Calum had to stay back and look for Michael, as he had ran off again. I hugged Ashton and looked at him. Ashton got in my car and smiled. I hugged him tightly. “It’s been too long!” I yell and he laugs. “I like the hair, you changed it up a bit since the last time I saw you.” He greeted me, I smiled and shook my hair. I had dyed it blonde and brown. I decided I need a change. “How’s Tate?” Ashton looked at me while I was driving. “He’s on edge because of the baby, but he’s good. Brooklyn?” I smiled and he chuckled. “She’s 4 months,” It was all he needed to say. “You guys are having another fucking baby! Oh my gosh!” I squealed as my car came to a stop. Ashton blushed and felt my stomach. I felt her kicking. “Do you know yet?” He asked and I

School has just let out for summer. John has daily chores to complete to help his dad with the workload of the ranch. John liked the work on the ranch he had a love for the land and the horses. Between his girlfriend, mom, and sisters john felt overcrowded with women and wanted to be away from them. When john got into the truck to leave he tells his friend “...Women! Between Kelsey my sisters and my mom I haven’t had a peaceful minute in weeks!” John was ready for a change of scenery.

“You are more than suitable; you are stunning and I’ve been shifting and hiding my arousal since the moment I walked into the room. Today, I think of no woman but you. That’s a promise. Most men would happily trade their lives to have a night with you, and I am aware of my good fortune.”

He exited the truck and for a moment, Paul and I were alone. I wanted to hear his voice again, so I blurted out a question to him. “Will you show me around tomorrow?” He looked up at me, confused. “Melanie, I hurt you. You really want to spend time with me?” I rolled my eyes. “I hurt myself. Your face just happened to be part of how.” He laughed, “Sure. I’d love to show you around.” I smiled and could feel the blush rushing to my cheeks as he stared at me. I stared back, and he returned my smile. Our moment was ruined by Leo, who had apparently decided we’d taken long enough getting out of the truck. He pulled open the door roughly. “Mel, out. Paul, move to the passenger side. Let’s go for a

"Shit, my wife will be home any second. You better get out of here," he said suddenly, pulling the blankets off her almost-naked body. For all of his business-minded ingenuity, she was surprised that he somehow didn't know that even though all escorts had to say they had a "strictly no touching" policy, it usually meant just the opposite. Beads of sweat had formed on his forehead as he stammered out, "would you like to, um, lay in bed... lay in bed, that is, with me for a while?"

They didn’t speak to each other or look at one another. Charles knew that his wife was very disappointed at him. When they got back home, Elena was asleep in her room. Later that night, Anna decided to call her best friend, Mona. “I am getting sick and tired of Charles. Everytime he gets drunk, I have to bail him out of jail. What should I do?” Anna asked. “I am doing this is for Elena’s sake. She is only 4 years old and I don’t want her to feel that she does not have a father.” “Well…” Mona tried to come up with something. “I guess it is time for you guys to get a divorce.” Mona suggested. “Divorce? I can’t do that. I don’t want Elena to get hurt.” “Trust me, if you don’t you will eventually end up hurting more people.” “You’re right, but what should I do and tell him that I want to file for a divorce?” Anna wondered. “Just say that you can’t put up with this anymore and hand him the papers.” They talked for two hours and everyone was sleeping. The next day Charles came home, Anna handed him the divorce papers. “Here are the divorce papers for you to sign,” she said. “Oh,”he looked at her and took the papers

Feeling a hand pet her head, S/O assumed it was Kalifa. Suddenly, knowing her girlfriend was so close, it became hard to keep a relaxed and sleeping face. As her cheeks began to heat up. “What’s this?” they heard Kalifa say, removing the gift that was in S/O’s lap. “For me?” Kalifa said, seeing their name was written on the nicely wrapped gift. Time seemed to slow down as she could hear the gift being unwrapped. Everyone else in the room has gathered around the couple to see what the gift was. S/O could hear Kalifa gasp, in their hands was a homemade scrapbook contained of all their dating memories and friendship members. With paragraphs that seemed to be like a diary or the first person point of view of S/O. It was nicely decorated and towards the middle the pages were blank, but had a separate piece of paper that said, “I would be honored if you helped me fill in the rest of this scrapbook.” Kalifa had the biggest smile that anyone had ever seen, “Oh, S/O! Thank you!” S/O began to smile before realizing she had just given up the gig that she was pretending to sleep. “That’s okay S/O, I knew you were fake sleeping the whole time!” Kalifa

He grinned at the woman opposite him, then found himself having to swallow down a sudden lump in his throat, and ward off the thoughts that came to mind as her lips plucked the olive off the toothpick, and it disappeared into her mouth. That sight, combined with the touch of her foot and the words which came next caused Duane to begin to experience a physical reaction, and he subtly, or so he thought, shifted in his chair to move slightly away from her touch, before it worsened. "I definitely agree with you, there. Simply stopping for a while, and concentrating on one area for a period of time can be as satisfying as reaching the ultimate destination itself."

Who wears 70’s styled leisure suits in the 21st century? Garrison Hansen does… all the time! Cant you just picture him walking down the streets of Vegas, all sad cause he lost all his money to gambling. So sad… isn’t it? But wait! Something good will come out of his misfortune. The one and only Garrison was wearing a unique outfit, that I don’t even know how to describe that well, but I’ll try my best. He looked fierce in an aged suit with a strict attitude. Today I’m going to tell you about his fierce or unique attitude, if you want to put it lightly, how he looks and much more.

Duane had expected nothing less, and he rolled his eyes playfully. "Sure, just like Daisy, it's always the male's fault, and it was me who got us lost," then shrugged, "However, you do have a point. Forget what I said a minute ago, It'll be an even more erotic sight with you just in your heels, rather than completely naked, and I do believe they sell dresses in the mall along with flat-soled shoes. Even in Nevada." Then he stopped in his tracks as her response to his car-thef plan sunk in, and in almost shot motion, the thief tilted his head and gave Karmen the most curious

“I see. Do you and your men just take from groups or do you actually do runs?” She says it a lot more snidely than she actually intended but stil she's curious. She turns to look at Dwight "take a right on the little road coming up." She rubs her thighs nervously as they get closer to her group she hopes everyone is okay. Well as okay as they can be all things considering.

He called and stated that he was left alone at work. He was asked to run a forklift and bring his own material to his machine. I asked him did he know how to run a forklift and he said yes. He also stated that the supervisor left work and went home. There was a guy who was there with him name Corey. Corey would sometime come and help him, when the machine was down. He stated that Corey was not always their to help. He would have to go find Corey sometimes to fix the machine. He is scared that if we say something to the company about what happen he might be fired.

"I imagine every man this side of Vegas would love to try. You're not exactly unattractive, however I'm glad to hear you apparently have taste" Duane smiled as he shot her the compliment, and alluded to himself. The woman had approached him, and the conversation had quickly turned sexual; the undercurrent of their words left that in no doubt; but it was in a flirting and teasing manner, almost a competition as Duane saw it, and to be spoken to so boldly was something he was unsued to. The women back East had either been prudes or hussies, and hadn't dared reciprocate to his humour and wordplay with their own, or had just lacked the wit an intelligence to do so. No matter how good they were in the sack, he'd quickly become bored of them.

She hadn't even bothered attempting to hide the edge on her voice, or the weariness of her eyes. She was tired and stickey and hot and just about as sick of the road and the heat and everything that goes along with it, as he was.

What he was wearing didn't necessarily need to be said as it was quite obvious what it was. It was an ironically festive, spring-themed lingerie set. The corset was a lavender color, nicely mimicking the color of the eggs she had dyed only a few hours before. The outfit was a bit small and obviously made for a woman. The corset was skin-tight, almost constricting, and made out of some shiny, rubbery fabric. It didn't cover much; the breast cups hung uselessly off his chest, and the high-cut hip of the corset barely kept his bulge contained. Aside from the corset, Niles was wearing cream stockings that ran up his thigh and a pair of high heels. Finally, like a crown on his head, sat a pair of bunny ears.