Joy M.

No-no-notorious No-no-notorious I can't read about it, burns the skin from your eyes I'll do fine without it, here's one you don't compromise Lies come hard to disguise Let me to fight it out, not wild about it Lay your seedy judgements, who says they're part of our lives? You own the money, you control the witness I hear you're lonely, don't monkey with my business You pay the profits to justify the reasons I heard your promise but I don't believe it That's why I'll do it again No-no-notorious Girls will keep the secrets, so long as boys make the noise Fools run rings to break up, something they'll never destroy Grand notorious slam, (bam) and who really gives a damn For a flaky bandit? Don't ask me to bleed about it, I need this blood to survive You own the money, you control the witness I hear you're lonely, don't monkey with my business You pay the profits to justify the reasons I heard your promise but I don't believe

A woman and a man get into a car accident, and it's a bad one. Both cars are totally demolished, but amazingly neither of them is hurt. After they crawl out of their cars, the woman says, "So you're a man, that's interesting. And I'm a woman... wow! Just look at our cars. There's nothing left, but fortunately, we are unhurt. This must be a sign from God that we should meet and become friends and live together in peace the rest of our days." The man replied, "I agree with you completely; this must be a sign from God!" The woman continued, "And look at this- here's another miracle. My car is completely demolished but this bottle of Mogen David wine didn't break. Surely God wants us to drink this wine and celebrate our good fortune." So she hands the bottle to the man. The man nods his head in agreement, opens it and takes a few big swigs from the bottle, then hands it back to the woman. The woman takes the bottle, immedi

When I was 14 a boy asked me if I had toe hair. It is probably the most innocent yet invasive question someone asked me over the phone. We never spoke again. When I was 20,  I told a friend I would fuck him up him in the parking lot for tossing an entire tub of popcorn in my lap during a double date.  It was the first time I punched a man in the throat. There was a time I allowed myself to be expressive until time alone neutered the need to remember such incredulous things. Looking back spelling out carnage these small hands will never be flippant with again has a funny way of goading reveries I'll surely never rekindle again. Joy4no1

Cody smiled at Astrid when she came out of the bedroom wearing boxers and a shirt. Calder frowned at his brothers' obvious leering when Astrid wasn't watching but let it go knowing he was a terrible flirt. "Astrid, it's good to see you," Cody winked, "Nice shirt." She laughed, "Well, I need to go home for my own clothes but your brother insists I stay in bed. What can I do but agree?" Cody grinned at Calder after Astrid moved on to the kitchen. Calder shrugged happily, remembering how she had professed her love earlier. "She's hot, " Cody hissed, "You really like her, huh?" "Yup," he motioned Cody towards the office, "I really do. Come on." Cody sank into the plush brown armchair beside Calder's desk, "So, I read Remy's file. He's a fucking whack job. Are you sure you like Astrid enough to get between them?" Calder frowned darkly, "She's better than

Astrid took a shower while Calder ordered in. He checked with Cody about the client then asked his brother to deliver the envelope pertaining to Remy after work. Astrid had nothing to wear, so while Calder sat in the other room that served as his office, rummaged through the large walk-in closet. Geez, was he anal-retentive or what? Whites, lighter hues, and black clothing hung in separate rows. Dress shoes, casuals, and sandals lined up neatly inside a built-in structure below. Ties on an automated rack whirled when she pressed a button. T-shirts are what she was after. A simple damn shirt to wear. She finally located a faded college top in a drawer of the dresser. All his casual shirts were pressed and folded too. She rolled her eyes when opening another drawer seeing socks and underwear also ironed. Astrid walked out of the bedroom in just the shirt. It barely reached her thighs, but it felt comfortable. She went into the kitchen running her fingers through damp hair. Looking

Astrid shot straight up in bed. Her panic eased when familiar surroundings sunk in. With a relieved gasp of air, sagged back down to the fluffy black silk pillows on Calder's bed. She had no idea what time it was having left her phone in the living room and her smartwatch charging back home. Her only thought had been finding a safe place away from Remy. Calder walked into the room holding two cups of coffee looking concerned. He wore drawstring pajama bottoms she found adorable on his burly frame. "Good morning," he softly said, offering a cup, "I thought I heard you. Bad dreams?" Astrid sat up, taking the coffee, "Something like that. Thank you. This is exactly what I need right now." "You're welcome," he sat on the bed, "You were exhausted, Astrid. Hell, you still look it. Go back to sleep if you need to. I'm due at the office in an hour but I'll be back by noon." She swallowed hard, feeling scared at the t

You have a great way An up-to-date way Of telling me you love me It gives me such a thrill I know it always will My head is turning And just from learning Your estimation of me And as for you, I'll say I feel the self same way You're the cream in my coffee You're the salt in my stew You will always be my necessity I'd be lost without you You're the starch in my collar You're the lace in my shoe You will always be my necessity I'd be lost without you Most girls tell love tales And you'll find each phrase dovetails You've heard each known way This way is my own way You're the sail of my love boat You're the captain and crew You will always be my necessity I'd be lost without you You are the cream in my coffee And you are the salt in my stew You will always be my necessity I'd be lost without you You are the starch in my collar And you are the lace in my shoe You will always be my necessity Oh, I'm wild about you You give life s

Calder found out Remy and Astrid were seeing each other again from the private detective he hired. Calder had a lot of useful information about Remy, but he'd shoved the envelope inside of his desk after its contents had made him see red and break out in a sweat. Astrid's phone calls tore him up. When letting it ring, he knew he was hurting her, but it was for his own sake. After hearing they were back together after a mere seven days, he felt justified in his decision. He sulked at home alone every night after work, haunted by Astrid. He thought of her constantly. Why? Why, when he could go see other women? Why ? Astrid may have been asking herself the same question because she showed up at his place three nights later. He was drinking and when she asked to be allowed up, he was a jerk. "What for?" He spoke into the speaker, holding a glass of bourbon. "I want to see you. Calder, I didn't come all the way here to talk through a m

"Why won't you stay at my place?" Calder asked Astrid when he walked up to her driveway at one AM, "I know you don't want to hear it, but Remy creeps me out." Astrid laughed, unlocking her front door as he nervously looked at all the cars parked street side, "You're right, I don't want to hear it. This is my house! I'll stay right here thank you very much." Calder locked the door once inside. Astrid turned on the table side lamp then sat down on the couch to take off her boots. He sat beside her feeling anxious and tired. "Did I tell you how fantastic you looked tonight?" he asked, "You should wear dark makeup more often." Astrid blushed, "My grandmother was old fashion. When I was twelve and tried to wear to makeup she told me only whores went out in public like that, so I guess I never felt confident enough after she died to try again." "You did tonight," he picked up the TV r