Silence rang through the room. Slowly, Derek felt his senses return. The erotic thunder that pounded through his brain dimmed to a dull roar. He watched as Calla blinked and shook her head, as though waking from a drugged sleep. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips ruby-stain...
A busload of hungry tourists was just dropped off at our door. Jim, our ancient hippie chef, is manning the kitchen grill while Shari and I run plates and pour coffee out front. We’ve run out of our daily specials, but nobody seems to mind. Even if the sky is gray outside, inside the Karma the mu...