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The garret studio was not large, but it was comfortable: a plain table that doubled as a desk; a bed, a pair of library chairs for the table, a comfortable reading chair and side table for a sitting area, where the library chairs did double duty. On the table, a Temperanillo and two glasses. A…

“I hope you’re enjoying this as much as I am,” D was saying. S moaned her agreement — it was about as much as she could do. His voice, soft in her ear, sped along a direct path to her pelvis, to the delicate folds and knots of nerves centered there. He knew how to…

When we were young we lived in fear:  the Russians — no, the USSR — were coming for us. We held our breath and cowered under our desks waiting for the end of the world. Then the enemy collapsed which every house of cards must do. In its place another illusion a succession of threats…

I.  Conquest They meet by chance, in a crowded coffee-house: too many people sitting at too few tables.  He looks around the room, and finds her: attractive, young, projecting confidence that (to the careful observer) betrays some small inner insecurity.  And alone at her table, reading a book and making notes.  She wears a light…

When we were young we lived in fear:  the Russians — no, the USSR — were coming for us. We held our breath and cowered under our desks waiting for the end of the world. Then the enemy collapsed and became a modern state or so we thought until today. We look, and shake our…

“Password:”  The cursor blinked steadily, expectantly, patiently.  Paula stared back at it, wondering what it might be.  She had, she knew, only a few guesses — three or four at most —before she was locked out forever, and Steven would have taken these last secrets to the grave with him. Blink, blink, blink.  She glared…

Your colleagues, coworkers, clients, don’t see it. Out for a walk at lunchtime, passersby ignore —in that midtown New York, we’re-too-busy-to-notice-anything way — the woman in the evening dress, tailored jacket over it to make it more business-appropriate. After work, the jacket comes off. People notice. They can’t help themselves; nobody could. It’s a dress that says…

He woke early, before the city, and sat with his coffee in the kitchen.  Soon the rumble and bustle of the streets would penetrate even here, but for now this was his time.  Today, more than usual, he thought about his lost loves while the water boiled, while he ground the beans, while he waited…