Hockey: Soccer on Speed and With Weapons

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I feel like talking sports again this morning. A league that, unlike the NFL, that I still have a soft spot for. The National Hockey League is Canada's league. We have the CFL, of course which is all Canadian (again and for now...look up their American experiment in the early 904), but the six Canadian NHL franchises are the most important teams in this country. Again, I will separate the league from the sport. We would watch hockey, played well, regardless. We have junior hockey teams that rival some of the southern NHL teams in attendance...except in Toronto where it is the Maple Leafs or nothing. Next year, the 2011-12 season could be cery interesting. Beyond it potentially being the final full season if the Mayans are correct. [Read more...]

Clair in the Snow

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Clair tapped her toe as she waited for the elevator. Quietly she hummed to herself and checked her watch. Glancing out the door, she saw Jack still in the building loading area watching her through the windows from the idling Navy Toyota Matrix. Snow had started to collect on the roof of the vehicle and cars crawled along the street out front through fresh powder. BING "About fucking time." She clutched her black bag against her black overcoat. Her red hair was down, but pulled forward over her right shoulder. The door slid open and her boot heels tapped on the tiles as she entered the cab. Tonight was a regular. Tom was a banker which, these days Clair figured was roughly the equivalent of a retail clerk. He called and asked for Clair [Read more...]

Clair in Oakville

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"Dammit!" Clair checked her watch as she waited in the elevator. The bell announced her ground floor arrival before releasing her to her apartment lobby. She wore a jean skirt halfway down her thigh, over white stockings. Her black boots came up past her knee. A black button down blouse on top. All covered by her, currently undone, black overcoat. With spring having only sprung the other day, the coat was still necessary. She buttoned it up as she approached the glass doors. An idling navy Toyota Matrix awaited her as she pushed through the door. More proof about need of the coat came from seeing the exhaust billowing out behind the vehicle, as well as her breath turning white in front of her. She slipped into the car, placing her large [Read more...]

Clair in Spring

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"Where are we off too?" The man helped her into her black overcoat. He whispered in her ear as he smoothed the fabric on her shoulders, "I was thinking my place." Jazz drizzled from the speakers overhead as the other diners whispered to each other. The red walls were adorned with mahogany cabinets filled with wine bottles. "Sounds good." She smiled and brushed a strand of red hair out of her face and over her ear. He put his own black overcoat over his black suit. His white shirt and stripped double blue tie still showed from between the lapels. "Do you mind walking?" "You're close?" "Ten minutes, maybe fifteen if we take our time." "Nice evening walk on the first night of spring would be perfect." She took his arm and allowed him [Read more...]

Turn About Last Exit

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"Heather?" Cliff stood in the hallway and knocked three times quickly. "Heather?" He pulled his coat tighter around him. The door made unlatching noises before it opened. Heather, the Amazon, smiled out at him. "You're not Sheldon." "Who?" The Barenaked Ladies crooned from the television in the apartment. "Never mind. Did you want to come in?" She opened the door for him. "I'm sorry, but the power is out at my place and it is too cold." "Awww." She was in a black house coat with bare ankles and feet visible. Her brunette hair was freshly washed and braided. "Coffee? Tea? Hot chocolate? Whiskey?" She giggled at the last one. Cliff stripped his over coat and scarf off and laid it over top one of her kitchen chairs. "How about coffee [Read more...]

Hounorable Turn About

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"So we're granting this divorce, no contest?" Cliff flipped through his notes. "Yes, maam." Judge Phillips glared at him over her glasses. "Don't you 'maam' me." Cliff chuckled and set the notes down on the large oak desk between them. Judge Phillips was 50-something. A brunette with grey streaks running through her hair. She was very short, but had a voice that Shakesperean actors would be proud of. She sat, very petite and proper at the dark oak desk. She was framed by bookshelves behind her, full of texts. She glanced up. "We're done then?" "Yes, Petra." "Couch." Cliff stood from his chair and walked back to the couch behind him. The room was deep burgundy on top with a white chair rail and white on the bottom. He sat on the [Read more...]

Turn About and Dance

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"Would you like a dance?" Cliff sucked on his beer bottle as he looked up at the blonde. She was not tall. Blue eyes under hair that was done in pigtails. She wore a black leather skirt short enough to show off her panties, a black leather bra, and black boots that came half way up her thighs. Over top of all this she wore a three quarter black pvc jacket. Glancing at his shrinking belly, Cliff did a mental shrug before answering. "Okay." She grinned and yelled back over the music, "Follow me and I'll make it worth your while." He stood and picked up his beer. Cliff was surprised that he was taller than she was. He followed behind her, watching her blonde pigtails swaying like pendulums from side to side. She took him out of the [Read more...]

Morning Rant

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These mornings are a double edged sword. We are getting another glorious snowfall this morning and, at the moment everything looks beautiful and clean. The white blanket always makes everything look gorgeous for the first bit...until the cars turn it into slush and muck, at least. Even though I did not have to get up quite as early this morning, I was awake at my usual five am. Woke up with an erection that is useless when only the dog is around...I will never be that desperate, and it scares me that some are. I am in strong support of interracial mating...inter-species, however, leaves me scratching my head and trying not to be sick. So, as it was, I sat with a useless erection watching the snow fall and hearing the rumble of the [Read more...]