A Story In
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Better Charge
He saw the new battery subset the last time he was sent in for routine maintenance. His two cycles out of style power supply barely sputters in comparison. But his owner does not think it worth the cost: that he is a serviceable hebot just as he is. He could be much better with pricklier power. No matter what arguments he makes, she will not upgrade his electricity fetch. Next time she configures him for intimate entertainment duty, he might simulate a power drain that interrupts performance. It is a trick he has seen this owner use with her husband.
From Guest Contributor Ken Poyner
Ken’s eleventh book, “Winter’s Last Apple,” is just out. Eight of his previous ten books are still in print. He lives in Virginia with his wife of 45+ years, assorted rescue cats and various betta fish.
Jack’s Undoing
HUBRIS CONTEST
Jack had it all: six luxurious homes, expensive cars, a private plane, and a trophy wife. Like many trust-fund babies, he had grown up with few responsibilities and many advantages, including a degree from Yale. Unfortunately, for Jack, he did not grow up with a sense of ethics or basic moral values.
The FBI stormed through the front door of his New York apartment at six in the morning.“We have a warrant for your arrest. The charge is transporting wealthy, inadmissible aliens into the USA.”
Jack rolled his eyes. Don’t these people realize my connections? He called his lawyer.
From Guest Contributor Janice Siderius
Unrequited
Soft and warm, her diamond-drill eyes cut through troubles to allow her molten laughter to fill his heart.
She moved like a leopard and, when her thighs brushed innocently, nerve endings tingled with an indescribable charge.
Wanting her more than breath, his eyes often sought the smooth valley beneath her throat, desire locking his tongue until...too late, leaving him to pounce at the desiccated dust eddies in her wake.
Fleeting shards of opportunity teased like mirages, requiring more energy and know-how than his aging, wounded, soul possessed.
She’d offered him a photo once. He’d declined. 2D simply wasn’t enough.
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
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