“Everybody loves a landlord, Everybody’s bosom friend”
“Harder.. harder” gasped Rose.
“I’m pushing as hard as I can…” Carlos grunted.
“Well you’ll have to try , it’s not coming” 1,009 more words
I dreaded the mornings when my father drove my third grade carpool. Daddy, whose one-time party boy reputation was unknown to me at the time, insisted on listening to WEZI, the easy listening station that played nothing more radical than instrumental Perry Como covers. 1,348 more words