DANIEL WOLF AUTHOR

  THE PARTY While I had not been on the job, for very long, I did have a polite co-worker, whom I enjoyed interracting with. Now, sure, some said that I was just looking for some “chocolate love”, but, honestly, I just liked the ebony woman since we spoke without profanity. That and, un-like our co-workers, we put the job, first. In fact, the only time when the boss found “problems” was when they entered our area’s from the opposite end, of where we started work. Still, I tried to not show much arousal the “day” when she asked if we could talk. Now, while she was no “Miss Universe”, I must admit that her size “C” chest did give me cause. In fact, she smiled as she said “God, thats what I wanted to see. How would you like to see some more women?” When I asked “What kind?” She promised “All kinds. Women, as petite as teens, and as big as houses.” When I asked about “costs”, she smiled a...

  OUTER RANGE: THE MYSTERY CONTINUES By the time the young woman, Autumn, would regain consciousness, the elder would have taken her finger-prints, had them, discreetly, tested, and was not shocked by the results. When he, and his wife, asked the woman “HOW?”, she told them “I was there when you came through the port.” When the man asked “Is that what you call it? A port? What KIND of port?” Autumn would say “We have no idea. We have run every test that we could think of. I mean we have even shot radar down it, with no return. We thought it might come out, on the other side of the world, but it doesn’t.” When the elder would ask “Then, why, and HOW, precisely, did you get here?” Autumn would say “After you fell from the whole, in my time, then you dropped back in, there was talk of dropping a nuke down the hole. This is when I decided to take action.” When the wife would ask “What kind of action?” Autumn would s...

  SHE WISHED IT HAD NEVER HAPPENED That was her wish, from the moment when she knew she had made the worst mistake of her life. She knew that she had HOPED that her friends were right, and that her date was with a homo. A man who could never “get it up”, with a woman. She HOPED her friends were right. She HOPED… The moment, when the truth “exploded”, upon her, was when our mouths, and tongues, first came into contact. Between that, and my touch, the memories came, flooding, back. The memories of how her husband had been, before they got married. She still remembered the last time that he had pissed, in a parking lot, and how, once sober, he had asked her “How can I win your love, and affection?” When she gave him the list, he asked “Did I really call another woman by your name, and tell her that I loved her?” She said “You were so drunk that you did not even know who she was.” After he got sick, an...