Essay On Dominic's Life

“Not bad,” replied Gabby, who had thrown her bag up on the counter and was trying to fish out a lighter, “just got off!” Both of her stockings had a run in them and flicks of discarded food stuck to the sides of her tennis shoes. Her dress was black and sparkling. Vernon could tell she worked at another diner the moment she got out of the cab. The waitress flipped over an empty cup and poured out what was leftover of the coffee. Gabby had lite her cigarette, inhaled a drag, took a sip, and exhaled out a thick cloud of smoke in one single breath. “Ended up pulling a double?” The swirls in the smoke seemed to actuate Gaby's words. “Don’t remind me!” replied the waitress, who had removed one of her flats and was rubbing her heel, “I’ve been on and off my feet since 9:30 this morning.” Gabby looked towards the front of the diner at the back of Vernon’s head and then back at the waitress. “Rough night?” “Nope,” replied the waitress, “he’s been coming in here late for the last month or so, keeps to himself.” They both could see that Vernon was moving his hands while he was talking to himself. “We still on for tonight,” asked Gabby. “Maybe,” said the waitress, “as long we can get a table.” The band aids on the back of her heels needed to be replaced with new ones. Gabby

Sally is not a proficient cook, and is dependent on her husband’s income for her lifestyle, which appears to be very mundane, and she worries about things that seem insignificant, like being able to make breakfast for her husband, or the fact that he will not learn how to play cards. Her husband is self-centered, more concerned about how his wife dotes on him, expecting her to be able to react to his whims. Admonishing her for suggesting that he eat breakfast downtown, as remarking that a good wife would never send her husband out to work hungry. Sally self blames herself as her maid Mary Elizabeth is late arriving to work and she has to try to prepare breakfast which turns

Standing at the top of the stairs, the savory scent of baking biscuits drifted up from the kitchen below. She could understand why Fiona’s traveling salesman always picked this room. The luscious aroma filled the house with mouth-watering delight. The growling of her stomach led her to the dining room where she slid into a chair at an already empty table.

She flung the bathroom door open and felt her throat tighten at the scene. Her loving boyfriend was laying in the bathtub clearly dead with the water overflowing over the sides of the tub. His eyes were glazed over, looking almost made out of glass, and his skin had started to become discolored. Letting out a guttural scream, she ran to the side of the tub and tried to lift him out. However, she knew it was too late and he was too heavy for her to lift. She sunk to the wet floor with tears falling from her eyes as she turned off

Upon arrival at the store early the next morning, Mr. Kant found that the line for customer service was extremely long due to Bilmart’s annual sponsorship of a major community food drive. In an effort to save time, and thinking the line might be shorter upon his return, Mr. Kant placed the case of Hoover’s beans into a shopping cart, made his way through the store to the bean shelf, and then added the case of Handell’s beans to the cart. However, upon his return, the line had not diminished and it

And as a new year rolls on in January, Mrs bigio makes hot chocolate for all the kids to say that she was sorry for the way she acted. She had one tray of hot chocolate for everyone in Mrs Baker’s class. So Mrs Bigio was going down all the isles giving every single student a cup of hot chocolate, except… when she gets to Mai Thi she just looked at her. “Mai Thi didn't even reach for the hot chocolate when Mrs Bigio came beside her, Mrs bigio didn't even pause. She finished the rest of the isles and had one cup left steaming from her tray”. The only reason she did that is to make Mai Thi feel bad for

William watched Tabitha climb out of the hot tub. He took in a long, full look at her ass. She stood at the edge of the hot tub, wringing water from her ponytail. Droplets of water trickled down over Tabitha’s chest and stomach. William watched Tabitha’s body steam in the frigid air, the night’s icy fingers tickled her body, tightening her flesh and firming her nipples. She walked around the side of the hot tub and sat down next to William, dipping her feet into the water. William felt the flesh of her thigh rub against his shoulder.

The music blared so loud through the speakers at the bar and grill MacGowan's Haven, that Alannah Chambers worked at that she had to shout in order for her customers to hear her. "What would you like sir?" She yelled at the middle aged man on the other side of the counter. He was a heavy set man with thinning salt and pepper colored hair and thick glasses, he wore faded blue jeans and a blue shirt that looked like it seen better days. Lots of them. He had a mustard stain on his shirt too that he hadn't bothered to wipe up. "Uh, I'll take a beer and a piece of that ass babe," he said, and grinned wickedly at her. If it had been a few years sooner, Alannah would have ignored him, but not this time, she was done with little-miss-shy-girl that

Sarah slugged through the early morning work and realized-too soon- that she needed to make a trip to the house. She made her way, clasping her arms around her for warmth in the cold November morning. Painted Girl’s borrowed sweater did not help dissipate the cold air, and neither did the lingering whiskey in her system. A light shone in the window illuminating Grandfather and Dingle, who sat at the table together eating pie. She watched as Dingle grabbed a juicy strawberry from Grandfather’s pie and nibbled at it greedily. Grandfather must have finished his hunt early, Sarah realized. She had hoped to avoid Grandfather today but nature called. There was no choice, either the woods or the house. Sarah did an about turn and went for the

Nevertheless, Janie is quite infatuated with Tea Cake and could not hope for anything more. Janie’s relationship with Tea Cake becomes hectic. He takes her money, goes out for the whole night, then comes home with few explanations for his actions. He ends up hitting her because of his jealousy and possessiveness towards her. Janie’s intense passion and love for Tea Cake causes her to stay with him.

On the bathroom counter lays a glossy magazine with a woman wearing a helmet of dark, large, voluptuous curls. The strands of her hair mimic the architecture of a spiral staircase. The woman smiles, smiles, and laughs, and smiles as she settles her dark hand elegantly in her sleek, black mane. Long fingers embrace curls; curls enmesh in long fingers. Reaching up a finger, you lightly stroke a dry, straight lock, feeling brittle ends collide clumsily into one other as they separate like ugly tree branches. You begin to strip, and feel your heart race faster as each article of clothing glides to the cold, tile floor soundlessly. You can do this; you will do this. You reach the shower slowly, laying a shaky hand on the knob. You can do this and you will do this. Your chest is heaving and your heart is pounding and your hand is shaking but you can do this. And you will do this. Your fingers drum along the knob. The tapping is a loud thunder that matches the storm in your chest. Twisting the knob, the shower head begins to rain. Closing your eyes, you step in.

It was a chilly Tuesday morning in February. In the city of Chicago, a normal child with a normal life wakes up to go to the shower early in the morning. The 15 year-old boy , Bobby Phillips, looks to the bathroom mirror. As Bobby goes from surprised to scared, the boy knows his life is forever changed.

As Anita finished straightening out her dress, she felt him gently grab her arm. "Anita, do you have to go?" He asked, . "I'll be ready to go again in a few minutes." His breathing was heavy, the recent rigorous activity had him panting. Anita turned to look at him as he fell back on the bed,. The tiny room is almost pitch black, with an illumination of sunlight coming in through a tiny slit in the drab, 10-year-old curtains covering the single window in the room. With her back still turned to him she relied, "You know I can't stay, Ron." She sighed, feeling ashamed as she contemplated her destination once she left. "I know. You just taste so sweet." Ron was the easiest of Anita's "clients" to deal with. Generally, her other clients are quick to do what they want to do with her, then discard her as quickly as they could, as if that would help to ease their own guilty conscience

It was a faithful weekend after A couple had recently got married and both awoke in the middle of the night with severe hunger. They had nothing to eat in the house because they had just got married and moved into a new apartment. According to the narrator, in their refrigerator, they only had a bottle of French dressing, six cans of beer, two shriveled onions, a sitck of butter, and a box of refrigerator deodorizer. This scenario reminded the husband when he was an adolescent in collaboration with his friend they both had to rob a bakery because they were so hungry. Though the robbery was not successful they way they thought because the owner of the bakery gave them a thorough condition, more like a deal by telling them that “they can have as much bread as they wanted as long as they sit and listen to the complete classical music albums.” Now, they had to put their weapons away, and gently obeyed as the owner of the bakery has told them. They sat down and listen to the music and then took as much bread as they could carry.

“Who could that possibly be? No one cares to ever visit me,” Edward thought as he jumped up from his chair in which he was just previously reading a magazine. He smiled at the idea of having company for the first time in what felt like an eternity. He straightened up and shouted, “Just a minute!” over his shoulder towards the front door. He ran over to his mirror, fixed his hair, and buttoned his collar before heading towards the door. He arrived at the door and peered through the peephole at a nice-looking lady standing on his front porch. She wore a lovely lavender pantsuit with a matching hat, pearl earrings, and glasses that nearly took up her entire face. Edward trusted her already. So he unlatched the seventeen locks on the inside of the door and opened the door wide as he put on a welcoming smile. “May I help you?” Edward asked while still holding that award-winning