Reading Time: 22 minutes The smile was the only thing she had on. She was lying naked across the knees of the person who’d been spanking her, her red bottom pointing at the ceiling and her hands and feet on the floor. Stella didn’t seem at all embarrassed, but the girl with the knees looked as if she wanted to hide under the couch.
Reading Time: 20 minutes The Iguanas were still tearing the place up when I walked down the steep front staircase at Mid-City Lanes and out into the muggy New Orleans midnight. I hated to leave when they were playing “Late at Night,” which I like a lot, partly because it was co-written by a couple of the Iguanas and by some other big favorites of mine, the late great subdudes
Reading Time: 20 minutes I used to think that any restaurant north of Hammond or west of Lake Charles that advertised “New Orleans Style Cooking” was making a promise that ranked right up there with “the check is in the mail” and “I won’t cum in your mouth.” It’s still a culinary claim to take with a huge grain of salt, but things have been looking up out here on the edge of the U.S. and A. that could disappear into the Pacific just about any day. Why, even Pismo has a little Creole and Cajun place that’s not bad.
