Adult Stories

I’m looking out a window, at a Spanish valet standing in front of a Rolls-Royce, staring into it, muttering. When Martin begins to complain about his BMW and how much the insurance is, I interrupt. “Why did you call the house?” “I wanted to talk to you,” he says. “I was going to cancel.” “Don’t call...

I step into the big white-and-black tile shower stall and stand there. The water, cool at first, then warmer, hits me in the face hard and it weakens me and as I slowly drop to my knees, the black-and-green capsule somehow lodged in the back of my throat, I imagine, for an instant, that the water is...

Dirk stares at me hard, then stops, losing interest. “You never grasp anything, Tim. You look okay, but nothing works.” I leave the table and go to the men’s room. The door is locked and above the sound of the toilet being flushed repeatedly I can hear Raymond’s sobs. I knock. “Raymond—let me in.” T...