It was Friday afternoon and he was going home at a reasonable hour for the first time in weeks. He was looking forward to a quiet and relaxing weekend. He stepped out into the bright sunshine. The sun felt good on his face. Usually, it was dark when he left the office. Some times he …
Sherry’s Story
I want to tell somebody but who will believe me? Who will believe that the man who uses me for a punching bag is one of New York's finest? I'm just a former exotic dancer who had the misfortune of getting hooked up with the wrong man. I guess I was flattered by the attentions …
Notes to Women 