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B.O.W. 60: Heat by Mark Lichterman
“Last summer!” Mitchell said to Marsha. “One year! Jesus! Was it really only a year ago that I loved summer? That I couldn’t wait for summer? That I lived for summer?”
When one goes really fast from adolescent to adult, from single to married with a child, priorities change… really fast!..
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B.O.W. 85: Ex Fat Girl by Mark Lichterman
However, deep down he would have given anything—short of his son—to be able to make love to this beautiful young woman with the, Oh, God, so beautiful body that he then knew—a dream come true—he could make love to and maybe even…Yes! At that moment Mitchell Lipensky thought he could spend the rest o..
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B.O.W. 1: Coney Island by Mark Lichterman
Feeling the soft pressure of Marsha’s breasts on his back and the cool touch of her bare legs against the back of his bare legs, and her warm breath and moist tongue in his ear, even though he knew she was teasing him.....
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B.O.W. 103: Myron by Mark Lichterman
Though, literally, kept in the dark the first few times, upon seeing his new wife’s nude body for the first time, although enthralled with her overall beauty, the new husband also saw the stretch marks across her flaccid stomach, breasts, ample buttocks and Elizabeth’s cellulite dimpled, still somew..
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B.O.W. 105: Depression by Mark Lichterman
How does a person have any idea that one might have a heretofore unknown medical syndrome such as postpartum depression, or—when that syndrome departs—how does he or she know it was replaced with another heretofore unknown syndrome: depression.
Marsha’s depression now at play
Mars..
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B.O.W. 106:An Opened Door by Mark Lichterman
“What I want to do?” His eyes again fastened on hers, “Elizabeth,” his voice barely above a whisper, “what I want is to be with you!” Speaking louder now, “But I’m…” Lowering his voice again, “Jesus, I’ve three kids, and you’ve a husband!”
“Right now! Mitchie, we can walk away from this rig..
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B.O.W. 107: A Closed Door XXX by Mark Lichterman
CAREFUL! VERY SEXUAL!!
On their sides, facing each other, the length of their bodies touching, sensing the heat of their fully clothed bodies through their clothing. Laying closely together, their lips met… gently, gently… Their tongues touched… touching, feeling, tasting. His hand.....
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B.O.W. 11: Abortion by Mark Lichterman
Not sure whether it was the thought of having another child, the fear that it might not be her husband’s child or, most likely, both. Sensing the onset of hysteria, closing her eyes, breathing deeply, forcing herself to calm down, “Please, Doc!” she said in a soft, pleading voice.
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B.O.W. 110: Heroin by Mark Lichterman
Careful, sexual content.
Forestalling the kiss he knew was forthcoming, standing, Mitchell held his hand forward.
Disappointed, but knowing the reason for a handshake rather than a kiss in this crowded restaurant. But then again, this handshake might be the opening for, “Let’s not ..
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B.O.W. 112: Sleep Talk by Mark Lichterman
Also, as a “cuddly” kind of person, usually—when not angry at each other—Mitchell would often take hold of her hand while in the car or when they were sitting side by side, but lately hadn’t, and Marsha sensed that something was not quite right, that something had initially changed in their relation..
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B.O.W. 113:Dream Words by Mark Lichterman
The sound of his own voice awakening him, his eyes snapping open, staring into the darkness, Did I really say that? he thought, or did I just dream I said that?
Laying perfectly still, listening for the sleeping sound of his wife’s breathing. But, outside of his beating heart, that sounded ..
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B.O.W. 114: Now Reality by Mark Lichterman
Hating what she had to tell her children. Hating the thought that she and her marriage had become a statistic, wearily leaving the bed that had been hers and her husband’s, putting a robe on, Marsha Lipensky went into her baby’s bedroom...
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B.O.W. 116: Eggs by Mark Lichterman
Never having breakfast together, realizing they had so much to learn about each other. “How do you like your eggs?”
This simple question as a catalyst, his emotional dam bursting, within each other’s arms again, holding Elizabeth tightly, his head against her shoulder, Mitchell Lipensky cri..
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B.O.W. 117: Why Now? by Mark Lichterman
If love was one and the same as sex to Mitchell Lipensky, than sex and food were opposite sides of the same coin. And if this breakfast was an indication of Elizabeth Herzon’s cooking skills, she’d be graded with an “F”...
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B.O.W. 118: Turmoil by Mark Lichterman
“Mitchie, I’m making plenty of money now, and if we’re going to be together, married together, than what’s mine is yours and if you’re unhappy then I’ll be unhappy and I really want both of us to be happy… “Thinking of his children, “At least as happy as you can be considering the circumstances.”..
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B.O.W. 122: The End by Mark Lichterman
Expecting to see his wife, straightening his back, the old man forced his body into more of an upright position. Hoping to see her, running his fingers through his rather scraggily hair, bringing it off his forehead, he looked about the chair and sofa appointed vestibule, and was not disappointed be..
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B.O.W. 13: Calliope? by Mark Lichterman
Careful, some graphic sex here.
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Amazed at her husband’s dexterity at ‘whipping it out', “How’d you do that so fast?” she asked.
“Marcie, uh,” closing his eyes to the touch of her cool hand, "’cause I’m faster than a speeding bullet.”
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B.O.W. 17: Paperclips by Mark Lichterman
“I’ll tell you how I know them there don’t like me!” Pushing his lower lip forward in an exaggerated, childlike pout, “’Cause no one there never shoots rubber bands’n’paper clips at me! That’s how! Everyone there shoots rubber bands’n’paper clips at everyone else there. But no one there never ever ..
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B.O.W. 18: Mulatto by Mark Lichterman
Said good naturedly,“God sure made white boys dumb… Jewish! You a Jew?”
White boy? Taking a chance on Ruby’s good humor, “Look who’s calling who a white boy!”
“Yeah!” Laughing, “Kind’a like the pot calling the kettle black, ain’t it?”
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B.O.W. 19: Slave by Mark Lichterman
Mitchell did not know the word “mulatto” and thought of Ruby in the old west term of “half-breed.” As shocked as he had been when he’d first met him that morning, now, looking at him, he was surprised because he no longer saw Ruby as a white shvartzer but as a friend.
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B.O.W. 2: Seagate by Mark Lichterman
His unexpected entry into the bathroom, coinciding with what she had been thinking; thinking that, Maybe I can make “it” happen now. Surprising him by drawing the curtain open, “Sure,” she said, becoming somewhat aroused herself, “come on in.”..
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B.O.W. 21: Vividly Sexual 2 by Mark Lichterman
Her lips parted, her jaw clamped, drawing air through clenched teeth… Now, her tongue circling dry lips, “Mitchell,” opening her eyes, looking at him, “I love you!” Closing her eyes again, tightly, her motion slowing, in spite of herself, sensing the delicious tugging within her ovaries...
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B.O.W. 22: Wolf Man by Mark Lichterman
“I never said it was a baby!” The woman said defensively, nastily, her thinly penciled eyebrows jiggling on her forehead, “I said it was my baby!”
“Oh!” Mitchell looked at Marsha, whom, attempting to hold back laughter, held her hand over her mouth. Looking at the woman, “And is your, uh, ..
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B.O.W. 23: Infection by Mark Lichterman
“All day yesterday and tonight I had to pee, and every time I make it burns there, bad! And now it hurts,” touching her lower back, “here, and I think I’ve got a fever.”
Putting his lips onto her warm, clammy forehead, “I think you’re right,” he said, kissing her there, “you may have a fe..
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B.O.W. 24: Blowup by Mark Lichterman
Unlike most of their arguments that usually escalated from a misjudged word by Mitchell that was picked up by Marsha when a mountain was made from—in his opinion—a molehill, this argument did in fact have a real basis. But from his first angry word the conclusion of this argument was preordained ..
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B.O.W. 25: Departure by Mark Lichterman
Marsha did remember those loveless years before she found him and he found her. Marsha remembered, and she felt the love she knew he had for her and in this moment of panic Marsha thought, Good Lord, what am I doing? What am I doing?
Approaching the doorway, suddenly realizing the thresh..
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B.O.W. 26: Chicago by Mark Lichterman
If Mitchell appeared sallow beneath his tan, then Marsha was positively green because, besides a badly upset stomach due to a combination of air sickness and the early months of pregnancy, the kidney infection had caused severe back pain. Also, worked into a state of depression because of the way..
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B.O.W. 27: Blonde Hairs by Mark Lichterman
Her blue eyes and his green eyes locked for a long moment, then he and she both looked to the ocean… But his eyes, magnetically drawn back; darting back and forth from her face to her breasts to—most especially—the fissure of her crotch and the flaxen strands of hair that appeared to sparkle in the ..
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B.O.W. 28:Stubborn&Stupid by Mark Lichterman
Marsha didn’t hear the long distance click because her receiver, also, was slammed onto the cradle, and…
Nine hundred miles apart, Marsha and Mitchell each stood catching their breaths, fighting back tears and wondering, What just happened?
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B.O.W. 3: Vividly Sexual by Mark Lichterman
From the rear, Marsha could easily pass for a slight boy: her torso was thin, bordering on skinny. She had broad shoulders, no hips, a straight waist and small, very tight buttocks. From the front, though, there was no mistaking Marsha Lipensky for anything but a woman. ..
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B.O.W. 30: Found by Mark Lichterman
Having been best friends since they were children, Marsha knew most of Rosalie’s family and, holding Mitchell’s hand, smiling, nodding to everyone she knew, she, too, felt all eyes on them. But, rather than shyness, Marsha felt pride… and more than a bit decadent because, obviously pregnant, holding..
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B.O.W. 31: Skokie by Mark Lichterman
Feeling a hand grab a breast over her pajamas, “Mitchie,” Marsha said playfully, “stop!”
“Huh? Stop what? I ain’t doin’ nothin’!”
“Yeah, sure!” But looking, discovering it wasn’t her husband’s and, “Mortie!” Laughing so hard she could barely get the words out, “Mitchie, your baby b..
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B.O.W. 32: Old McDonald by Mark Lichterman
“He wanted to know if we’d like to go into a third share partnership with him and his brother-in-law in some kind of a new kind of a restaurant.”
“Some kind of a new kind of a restaurant? Why would we, all of a sudden, want to go into business with Sam Katz and his brother-in-law, no ..
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B.O.W. 33: Discharge by Mark Lichterman
Although the people of New York City and its boroughs were as liberal, even more so than most in the United States of America, in 1956, the sight of four very friendly people, three of whom were white, or, in Ruby’s case, at least appeared to be white, and Sherry, caused heads to turn and a few of t..
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B.O.W. 34: New Home by Mark Lichterman
“Mother, this place is really, uh, kind of…” turning to her husband, “shitty, Mitchell! It’s really shitty!”
“I don’t like you talking like that, Marsha! And I ask again: What did you expect in this neighborhood, in this building for the kind of money you kids can afford for rent?”
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B.O.W. 35: Three Stooges by Mark Lichterman
Mitchell Lipensky had the absolutely juvenile, impossibly naïve belief that, usually, mostly, ugly people were bad and that beautiful people, if not always good were usually good—even though he remembered, if not all, then at least most of what Marsha had told him about her mother: how badly Rhea ha..
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B.O.W. 36: Real World by Mark Lichterman
A “Nisei”—a first generation Japanese American—Tats had served in the U.S. Army and, even as his family spent the years of the war behind barbed wire in an internment camp in southern California, Ralph Tatayma had seen combat with the 442nd Nisei Infantry Division throughout Europe.
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B.O.W. 37: In A Name by Mark Lichterman
Remembering Myra’s irrational fit of anger as, missing Marsha by inches, Walter could still see the coffee cup—as if in slow motion—as it flew across the table spraying Marsha with hot coffee then shattering on the wall behind her.
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B.O.W. 4: Marsha's Roots by Mark Lichterman
The youngest of three sisters and one brother, coddled and spoiled, best described Rhea Goldman is exquisite and beautiful… and selfish, narcissistic and, oh, yeah, just slightly materialistic...
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B.O.W. 40: A Come-on? by Mark Lichterman
Even though her outward demeanor had seemingly matured, Mitchell could not relate this woman to the girl whom, the last time he had seen her, had his penis in her mouth.
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B.O.W. 41: Marshall Field by Mark Lichterman
Going to the corner, waiting for the light to change he felt… actually felt, actually saw this now as though it were actually happening now rather than…? Hell, he thought incredulously, it is… actually, just two weeks short of five years ago! When… ..
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B.O.W. 42: The Pregnancy by Mark Lichterman
Looking over the hill of her stomach, Mitchell gazed at her sloping breasts.
Through the eight months of pregnancy, Marsha’s breasts had grown from a size 34C to a 36D cup. The areolae, as though bursting through their rounded, dusky pink domes, had enlarged and flattened.
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B.O.W. 43: Accident by Mark Lichterman
Two car lengths ahead, glancing in the rear view mirror, Mitchell saw the in and out swerving motion of the cream colored pickup, but did not notice that the light on Howard Street had changed from green to red until he was almost into the pedestrian lane. ..
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B.O.W. 44: Nursing by Mark Lichterman
Considering himself an aficionado of breasts—well, really, his wife’s breasts—he saw that the appearance of her breasts had changed once again, because lines of crooked, dark blue veins now ran beneath the translucent, tautly stretched flesh that appeared to emanate from, or end at the, now, dark ..
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B.O.W. 45: Surgery by Mark Lichterman
“What do you mean, if anything happens to me, Mother?” the gurney was pushed through. “I’m coming back! I am coming back, aren’t I?” As she was wheeled into the brightly lit operating room, Marsha’s last coherent thought was: Who’ll take care of my baby?..
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B.O.W. 46: Holes by Mark Lichterman
Finally stopping, ripping the long ribbon of paper from the machine, folding it in thirds, putting it on the file jacket, opening the second file, clickclickclickclick, the woman began calculating those costs also as, all the while, sitting, biting his lower lip in horrific anticipation, Mitchell..
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B.O.W. 47: Deeper by Mark Lichterman
Rhea had worn a mink coat—a much finer mink coat than her own. And as if being more sexy and more beautiful and wearing a much finer mink coat than hers wasn’t enough, Rhea Goldman had, in Eunice Greenblatt’s opinion, a “holier than thou” attitude. And, as if all that wasn’t enough, she’d flirted wi..
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B.O.W. 48: Big $$$ by Mark Lichterman
Rhea had no intention of ever being physical with her son-in-law, whom she, so she told herself, disliked… hated? Because, after all, she was the mother of his wife and he has no business looking at her as he did—on those occasions when she induced ‘those’ looks—though, actually, if Mitchell or othe..
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B.O.W. 49:Pressure Cooker by Mark Lichterman
Dressed in slacks, jacket and tie, sweating from the heat of the kitchen, fighting nausea, Mitchell—illogically? Logically?—prayed the person he was there to pitch wasn’t home, because if she wasn’t there it’ll give him a courteous excuse to…Jesus Christ, he thought. I want to get the hell out of he..
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B.O.W. 5:Mitchell's Roots by Mark Lichterman
Of all the wonders in the world, certainly one of the most wondrous, and frightening, is that at any moment a step in one direction or the other, or a cup of coffee, might change your life forever...
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