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B.O.W. 50: Boiling by Mark Lichterman
On his knees before her, “Honey, look…”
Attempting to put his arms about her, Marsha brushed them away and, as though he were not in the room, not on his knees before her, cocking her head to the side to see beyond his head, she continued to stare at the television.
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B.O.W. 51: Bad Day by Mark Lichterman
“Marsha…” Pulling from her hand, her nails leaving bloody scratches. “what the hell’s the matter with you? You crazy?”
“Yeah, I am! I am crazy… for marrying you!”
Glancing at his arm, her words cutting deeper than the blood oozing scratches. “What the hell’s wrong with you?” he rep..
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B.O.W. 52: Rosenberg by Mark Lichterman
Because the five mugs of trucker strong coffee were stimulating his mind and kidneys and, adding to his discomfort, his bowels, too, and…
Because he was wet and cold and, most of all, because he did love Marsha, Mitchell Lipensky was all but catatonic and on this day had no patience… no pa..
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B.O.W. 54: Masturbation by Mark Lichterman
Knowing where he wanted to go, driving faster than he knew he should, the balmy air ruffled his hair… and dried his tears...
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B.O.W. 55: Lawyers by Mark Lichterman
Recognizing the indecisiveness of their respective young clients, during one of their conversations both attorneys agreed that it was the influence of the mothers that had orchestrated the events that led to the separation of these two “likable kids.”..
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B.O.W. 56: As One by Mark Lichterman
It was here, also on that day, that she instinctively masturbated her new husband to ejaculation, and, it was here, then, for the first time in her nineteen years that she witnessed, to her amazement, the explosive expulsion of her new husband’s wondrous fluid that eight months later fertilized her ..
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B.O.W. 58: Vicarious Sex by Mark Lichterman
“I love you!”
Scarcely hearing her son-in-law’s whispered words, hesitating…
Voyeurism and masturbation had never been among Rhea’s shortcomings because there had always been men—at times too many men.
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B.O.W. 6: CGC Halfmoon by Mark Lichterman
United States Coast Guard Cutter Halfmoon (W325) was permanently berthed in the huge Coast Guard facility on Staten Island. The sprawling base is located directly adjacent the New York City Staten Island Ferry Terminal...
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B.O.W. 61: Little Rock by Mark Lichterman
“As you know by now,” a different well known newscaster said, “Governor Faubus said he activated the Arkansas National Guard in order to keep the nine Negro children from attending school here. ..
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B.O.W. 63:Female Emotions by Mark Lichterman
Turning onto her side also, she was unable to see his features, but did feel his closeness and the warm touch of his breath on her face. “No, Mitchell, I don’t hate you. But I’d like you to, if only once in a while,”—equating her emotions, a woman’s emotions and motivations to his, a man’s emotions ..
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B.O.W. 65: Never! by Mark Lichterman
Though there was a definite absence of tension in his life due to the lack of contact between these two strong willed women, stupidly not realizing how much better his life would be if his wife and mother did remain apart, the thought of a truce between these two was never far from Mitchell’s mind ..
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B.O.W. 66:Whisky & Guns by Mark Lichterman
Arriving sooner than she’d expected, looking the complete opposite of what a man in his profession typically might look like, the man was thin and short: about 5' 6". He wore khaki slacks and a black T-shirt that accentuated the bulging muscles of his chest and arms. The second man, more typically ..
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B.O.W. 67: Gone by Mark Lichterman
Thinking, My God, he slumped to the floor in the corner of the bedroom. What did I do? Still holding the cello wrapped rose, Why? His chin dropped onto his chest, his throat constricted, tears stinging his eyes. “Why?” he cried aloud. “How can you do this to me again?”..
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B.O.W. 68: Roger by Mark Lichterman
For some perverse reason actually enjoying the drama. Also, a lifetime of cheating and telling her own husband nothing made it easy to say: “You don’t tell him anything!” Rhea said—for the third time. “You don’t know anything! All you know is that your sister went someplace and you don’t know where!..
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B.O.W. 69: Blisters by Mark Lichterman
The sluice opened and a gray glacier of chunky glop sledged down the shoot into his smaller… smaller? wheelbarrow. When the concrete hit, the three cubic feet of splashing semi liquid rocked the steel carrier almost jerking the two wooden handles out of his hands. ..
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B.O.W. 7: Pregnant? by Mark Lichterman
Yes, she did look the same as she’d looked yesterday and the day before yesterday…
But yet she knew something was different! Oh, there wasn’t a hint, or even the hint of a hint, but, be it wishful thinking, she was sure she’d actually felt the force of Mitchell’s ejaculation last nigh..
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B.O.W. 70: Old Road by Mark Lichterman
As headlights approached from behind and their shadows became visible and lengthened, they would move further onto the soft shoulder till the car sped by, then angle back to the asphalt lip of the road...
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B.O.W. 73: Abomination by Mark Lichterman
Sitting as he was sitting—about forty feet to the right of her blanket—he had a sharp view of the woman’s small, tightly encased buttocks. “Ummm!”—unaware he had moaned aloud—Gordon Nathanson was aware, though, that he did have an erection… and an all but uncontrollable urge to do it now!..
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B.O.W. 74: Daisy Mae by Mark Lichterman
Leaning over a table, the three of them were going over some papers when a friend of the woman came in. She was tall and thin, had shoulder length black hair and wore a yellow slack suit. When he turned he saw it was Marsha and his heart dropped because she acted as though she didn’t know him.
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B.O.W. 75: Letters by Mark Lichterman
There was additional postage on the thick envelope. Addressed to him in Marsha’s neat, small handwriting, the return address on the corner read: Michael Lipensky, c/o Red Dot Grocery, R.R. 2, Lakeside, Michigan...
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B.O.W. 77: Old Whore by Mark Lichterman
As always, buoyed by the startled look on the person’s face and her shocked reaction, Gordon’s reedy penis instantly inflated… but didn’t stay that way very long because…..
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B.O.W. 78:Marsha&Mitchell by Mark Lichterman
Having something akin to a hormonal epiphany, sensing a moistening in her vagina and the tightening of her nipples, and, Oh, yeah! Marsha Lipensky liked the way her husband looked… A whole lot!
As for Mitchell…
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B.O.W. 79: To Lakeside by Mark Lichterman
Yes! Of course it was the face of Mitchell Lipensky. But his near blonde, sun bleached crew cut hair and loss of weight had changed it from, as her mother-in-law liked to say, ‘a handsome face in a pretty way’ to a handsomely rugged face. The totality of her husband’s appearance literally taking Mar..
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B.O.W. 81: Sunbeam by Mark Lichterman
So then did Marsha wonder of the cylinder of flesh she held within her hand: it was hard, yet soft; it was…? Hot? Cold? Actually cool, yet the cool heat that emanated from the penis of her husband erotically seared the epidermis of Marsha’s flesh to spiritually enter her blood, causing it to flow th..
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B.O.W. 82: Home Again by Mark Lichterman
Feeling her touch, sensing her touch to his core, parting the pedals—as he’d done dozens of times in the past—he looked at his wife’s genitalia that, in Mitchell’s eyes, appeared as burnished pink silk. Bringing his lips to her, he kissed her. ..
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B.O.W. 83: Paradise Found by Mark Lichterman
On the one hand his wife was telling him she believed in him and had faith in him, which is what Mitchell wanted to hear. But on the other hand her words told him that success was wholly in his hands because if he truly wanted to do something he could… And this frightened him because, what if, reall..
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B.O.W. 84: Fat Girl by Mark Lichterman
Being Transco Envelope Company’s first female salesman—saleswoman?—considered an experiment, at age twenty-one, Elizabeth Herzon had long, dark blonde, honey colored streaked hair, a beautiful round face with large, green eyes and a crooked smile that warmed everyone it came in contact with...
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B.O.W. 86: CattyTalk by Mark Lichterman
Uncomfortably catching the catty back and forth undertone of the two women, looking at Marsha, having some idea why she was suggesting he dance with Elizabeth, and knowing what would most likely happen if he did dance with her, “No,” he said, “I don’t think so.”
“Mitchie, go on! She’s dying..
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B.O.W. 87: Hillbilly by Mark Lichterman
On the outskirts of Pontiac, Illinois, the Chicago station fading, he switched to Peoria’s, WHIP. “This is J. Stanley, the ‘old Jay bird,’” the announcer said. “And for those of you driving the central plain today, better keep an eye out for snow flurries.”
“Yeah, pal,” Mitchell said. “I am..
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B.O.W. 88: Moonshine by Mark Lichterman
In his best American Indian brave’s voice, Mitchell Lipensky had proclaimed, “Me go catch’em dinner!”
However, never a fish eater, Marsha Lipensky, in her best Jewish American wife’s voice proclaimed, “I ain’t eating nothing you catch, unless it’s a cow!”
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B.O.W. 89: Derelict by Mark Lichterman
Being a good humored, generous man he had done it on hundreds of occasions and normally would have poured coffee into a takeout cup, handed it through the gate and given it to the bum...
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B.O.W. 90: A Death by Mark Lichterman
“We didn’t want to tell you over the phone, but thinking about it we thought it best to let you know because…”
In panic, “Let me know what?”
“We didn’t want the three of you rushing home and getting into an accident yourselves, but…”
my apologies for the use of a..
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B.O.W. 91:Wrong Funeral by Mark Lichterman
What usually occurred on frigid days was the metallic humming of the starter, a moment’s hesitation, then, until he eased up on the pedal, the simultaneous roar of the V6 motor along with a fart of noxious, blue gray exhaust that emitted from the tail pipe. ..
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B.O.W. 92: Missing J.F.K. by Mark Lichterman
Bong! Bong! Bong! Mercy’s tail striking the metal cabinet door making a hollow Bong! Bong! Bong! that reverberated throughout the small house signaling the fact that near three and a half year old Michael had awoken, had gone into the living room and turned the television on...
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B.O.W. 94: Radio Peoria by Mark Lichterman
Looking intently at Mitchell—causing him to blush—tapping the eraser end of a pencil on the mahogany desktop. Liking this young man’s appearance, mannerisms and qualifications. “Okay, we’ll start you off at $125 a week till your commissions are equal to your salary—and I have a hunch that won’t take..
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B.O.W. 95:Buying Time by Mark Lichterman
Knowing he had him then, “Jim, those two prime time spots will hit, minimally, two to three hundred thousand people each time it’s played! And those are adult people driving to and from work. So that’s five to six hundred thousand, mostly adults, that will be hearing your commercials...
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B.O.W. 97:Chicago Bound? by Mark Lichterman
On the scorching, extremely humid day of the fifteenth of August, immediately following a one minute spot for, coincidentally, one of Mitchell’s new clients: a concern selling above ground swimming pools; going beyond caustic, entering the realm of the macabre and most definitely categorized under ..
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B.O.W. 98: Swatches by Mark Lichterman
Taking a mental toll, hating being in the same place his father had been killed day after day, seeing the spot he’d seen his father laying dead, day after day, within two months, threatening to find another job, Roger was able to pressure his mother into looking for a buyer for the hot dog stand...
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B.O.W. 99:Dog Training by Mark Lichterman
Seeing it closer, “Shit?” Smelling it now, “Shit?” Realizing, thinking, that oozy stuff’s not his brains. “That’s shit, Mitchie?” Marsha said. “I thought it was your brains.”..
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B.O.W.10: A Father! Me? by Mark Lichterman
Do I want a baby? he thought. Do I want to be—the thought incomprehensible, the thought actually inconceivable—a father? Do I want a part of Marsha and me to love? To always, no matter what, to always love! Do I want, oh, God, to be a daddy? “Oh, God!”..
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B.O.W.100: Atomic War by Mark Lichterman
“It shall be the policy of this nation to regard any nuclear missile launched from Cuba against any nation in the Western Hemisphere as an attack by the Soviet Union on the United States, requiring a full retaliatory response upon the Soviet Union.…”..
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B.O.W.101:Russia Blinked by Mark Lichterman
In response to the American naval blockade, Premier Khrushchev authorized his Soviet field commanders in Cuba to launch their tactical nuclear weapons if invaded by U.S. forces. ..
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B.O.W.102: Elizabeth by Mark Lichterman
Fearful the slightest touch might begin a process that would lead to infidelity and matrimonial disaster. Sitting stiffly, legs sharply bent at their knees, the balls of their feet planted firmly beneath their chairs. Both sets of hands held primly within their laps. ..
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B.O.W.104: Birth Control by Mark Lichterman
Never having completed intercourse with a woman other than Marsha, the thought of being with another woman, a different woman… The thought of the possibility of actually being intimate with a different woman, to be “with” a woman other than Marsha? To kiss a different woman? To hold a different woma..
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B.O.W.108:Three Times XXX by Mark Lichterman
Knowing where he was going. Wanting him to do what she knew he was about to do. Wanting him to, wanting him do that which her husband would never do, moving downward on the mattress, making room for Mitchell to lay lengthwise alongside of her… Spreading her legs from side to side, opening her thighs..
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B.O.W.109: Go Figure! by Mark Lichterman
Opening the door, walking into his home, looking into the kitchen, expecting nothing in return but silence, “Hi,” said with minimal enthusiasm.
But, go figure, the one time in his life when Mitchell wanted Marsha’s anger…
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B.O.W.115: Justification by Mark Lichterman
“Elizabeth and me, our territories kind of butt up to each others and we went to lunch together last February and one…”
Interrupting, “You and her,” Myra asked, “you and this Elizabeth have been seeing each other,” thinking a moment, ticking months off on her fingers… “for nine months? She’..
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B.O.W.119:Mr. Leonard by Mark Lichterman
His mind in turmoil. Away from his children for five days now. Missing his children, I love Liz, he thought, but the thought of divorce, the actual thought of divorce and the thought that he would not be living with his children. And yes! But I love Liz! But the thought of Marsha in the arms of anot..
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B.O.W.12: Reaction by Mark Lichterman
What could she say? How could she tell Mitchell that…
…Due to the threat of physical pain—not from her mother, because her mother rarely struck her—but from her brother whom had threatened then seven year old Marsha with, “If you tell daddy, he and mom’ll get a divorce and if that happe..
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B.O.W.120: A Sunny Day by Mark Lichterman
Unable to sleep more than a few minutes at a time, her attitude constantly swaying from anger to sadness to loneliness to fear of the future—to mostly loneliness and fear of the future—unable to eat more than a few mouthfuls at a time since that morning five days ago...
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