Rommate Needed: Room Four
I had gone a few days without much food and no cigarettes. Yesterday, an married couple gave me a few dollars when I stopped them on the street,but it hadn't been enough to get my fix. Today would be better -- it was game day. Which meant hundreds of people were walking the streets, and some of them might be willing to give a few bucks to bums like me.
Most people would ignore me. I mean, no one wants to talk to the guy with a scraggly grey beard, torn clothes, and dirty face. But I only needed a couple more bucks. A group of three college guys walked down the street. I stepped in front of them and asked, "Help for the homeless."
"Sure man," said one of them as he pulled out his wallet. He ended me a few ones and turned to his friend. "Hey Joey, you've got some more ones, right?" "Yeah," said Joey, handing me another dollar bill. "See you around," they said as they walked away. They turned into one of the bars and disappeared.
As I pocketed the cash, I felt the craving for a smoke. It
One Fad Fits All: Lumbersexual
The mall was packed with holiday shoppers, but of course I was by myself. I had graduated from college a year or so ago, and spent most of my time by myself watching Netflix or working. I needed some new clothes, but always hated shopping. Everything that these stores sold was designed from slimmer men. I wasn't extremely overweight, but had a belly, big thighs, and a broad chest. I looked around and saw the other guys in the mall wearing their skinny jeans or athletic gear, and just knew I would never have the time to slim down to that size or bulk up muscle instead of fat.
"It's just hopeless," I muttered to myself.
I turned the corner and saw a store called "The Eclectic Man," which looked like it sold only men's clothes but in tons of different styles. The store was small and pretty much empty. Rather than the racks of clothes you saw in other stores, with each pants, shirt, or jacket coming in various sizes, this store was more like a thrift store with single pieces of clothes. Bu
The Missing Tights (TG, AR, AP)“If your daddy objects to you taking ballet,” Miss Valerie told her young disciple, “I'll have to invite him to dance along with us.” It seemed that her plan was working. Mr. Sales pulled up outside the dance school just in time for tea. His thin face was creased and furrowed. He wore a sweater vest that showed no signs of wear or lint. Valerie understood why Alan was afraid of him.
Miss Valerie calmly poured the hot water when suddenly her assistant burst through the door. “Do we have any more tights?” Kimiko asked.
“Eleanor lost hers yesterday and doesn't have another pair.”
“Will her mom pay?”
“She hasn't paid for the last set.”
“Shit, that's the third girl today. Just give her some.”
“My, aren't we generous today, madam.”
“Shut the fuck up and teach the class.” She pushed past Kimiko and greeted Mr. Sales at the door. “Mr. Sales, it's so wonderful to
Tunnel of Man-Love (AP, WG + twinkification)
It was 5 PM at Pleasure Springs, and A.J. and Hubert were starting to tire of each other's company. Their fun day out with the hot girls had not exactly gone as planned. Now the sun was getting low, lunch with the ladies was but a distant memory, and they'd been all around the park, yet hadn't gotten onto a single roller coaster in the entire afternoon. It was putting a real strain on their friendship, not that they liked each other that much to begin with.
The morning, however, had been great. They only had to deal with short lines, and A.J. had held hands with Stephanie on two different rides. This was important because she was the only 9/10 hottie in their entire class. A.J. had told Hubert afterward about how close he was to just skipping first base and going straight to the second. And maybe if the ride hadn't ended so quickly, they could have easily gone to third. Hubert sneered at these accomplishments, which he termed "alpha male aggressiveness," something he wanted no part of.
Swim Club: Gaining Confidence (double F2M TG)
"C'mon Mika, only three more lengths left to go!" said Jamila.
"That's what *GASP* you said *GASP* five minutes ago!" her friend said between strokes, swimming her level best to catch up with Jamila, but failing miserably.
Jamila grew tired of waiting on the pool edge for Mika to finish her lap, and dived back in, sending ripples of cold water over her.
"Jay quit *GASP* showing off!" she cried. It was all Jamila could do not to laugh.
It was after hours in the school pool, and the place was deserted at this time. Most people had finished their lessons and extracurriculars for the day. They would return their home to stick their heads in front of a screen and allow themselves to be passively amused. But not these people. Ever since the Aquatics Center closed down, the school pool was the only place to train without driving all the way into Orlando. That was part of the reason why Jamila and Kimika had scheduled an impromptu training session for today.
Jamila, the ol