Tight Squeeze “It’s 9:39 a.m., and I’m standing on the sunporch looking down on the bay. For what it’s worth, there’s action: sailboats, jet skis, and a couple of cabin cruisers churning for Long Island Sound. I’m expecting a call from Ray Cohen any minute. He’s the sixty-year-old prick agent that fucked up my contract […]

  Cindy sat at her vanity, tissuing colostrum from the bells of Notre Dame. A floorboard creaked, in the darkened hall outside her room. She stroked her raven hair. “Did you come to taste?” she asked. “I won’t be stingy.”

Sidney had light brown hair, a ruddy complexion, plump lips, nice teeth, and dark eyes. She might have been thirty years old and wore combinations of black and blue clothing on her five-foot-seven-inch frame. There was an air of sophistication about her: well-educated, uninhibited, easygoing, she laughed at jokes and frowned at injustice. She had […]

Nancy Robinson was the secretary of the Oswegatchie Hills Club, an organization catering to homeowners in the resort neighborhood where I grew up. Her husband, Herb, was the president of the O.H.C. and a successful C.P.A. They hailed from New Haven. The Robinsons arrived two weeks before the regular summer crowd. Herb wanted time to […]