Keith entered the classroom, not looking up at the students as he headed straight for the table near the lectern. “Sorry I’m a little late,” he said, putting his bag down on the table. He pulled out a folder and then looked up at the classroom full of students. Sitting… Continue reading
The crowded boxing ring smelled like a gym and a bar, smoke over sweat. Mike had his glamour belt on, so he looked like a middle-aged Italian man with short black hair and a broad, hairy chest encased in a too-tight shirt. The ring was well-used but the ropes were… Continue reading
Mike watched the woman in the Black Aces skirt and shirt sashay down the corridor, her hips bouncing enticingly. At least they would be to another man, but Mike wasn’t buying it. She glanced back at him to not only make sure he was following, but also to give him… Continue reading
Brent took the corner at a run, almost barrelling into the lieutenant as he came out of the TOC. Brent paused to salute as the lieutenant said, “What’s your hurry?” “Third platoon,” Brent panted. “Under attack.” “I just talked to them.” “I saw it.” The lieutenant looked amused. “If it’ll… Continue reading