Birthday Plans

Tonight, over dinner, Richard mentioned that my birthday was Friday.

"Do you actually want to do anything for your birthday? Dinner? A movie?" he asked.

I did not hesitate. "I want all of my friends to rent bridesmaid dresses and play dodge ball for my pleasure, while I sit in a motorized wheelchair and stroke a white Persian cat."

Richard sat looking at me, with a forkful of food stuck in the air, halfway to his mouth.

"So you've given this some thought, then?" said John.

Gosh. I hope I get my wish.

Dog of Conscience (Part 3)

We entered the bedroom. John wore: his zipped-up horse leather jacket, knee-high engineer boots, jeans, thorn gloves, goggles, and a racing helmet. ( Read more )