The menage a trois, one of the most popular sexual fantasies, is brought to life in this volume. It explains how to introduce the idea to a relationship, and contains tips on how to find a third partner and fun positions for any combination of lovers."

Demonstrates in painstaking detail and with reference to stunning new archival evidence how fetishism was crucial to the construction and negotiation of identity and gender in Hemingway's life and fiction.

A hit man gets some work in Sin City, a tryst goes awry for a pair of senior citizens, an alcoholic cop makes a dramatic appearance at a rehab, a young man makes a midnight visit to some friends' bedroom. All these tales and many more in Menage a Trois & Other Stories, a book of flash fiction by Jack Swenson. The prose snapshots in this book crackle with energy, irony, and humor. Less is more, indeed, in this collection of stories from the author of Bad Apples. Some of the stories are only a few hundred words long, but they pack a punch. The writing is lean and mean, often humorous, and always revealing. If you like Raymond Carver's gritty stories and the bare bones style of Elmore Leonard, you'll love these little tales. You'll laugh, cry, wince, grin, and shake your head when you read the stories in this provocatively titled little book.

The concert hall was packed. But then, it was always full when Marco Andalucci came to town. I have attended every concert he’s given here in our town since I was a little girl. I sat in the cushioned chair between my father and my sister, Hazel, waiting for the concert to begin. My mother, Anna Christina flipped the program over, looking at the names of the pieces to be performed. Papa grunted, shifting in his chair as he tugged at his tie. He hated dressing up and much more preferred his usual work attire while working in the vineyard our family owned. “Oh how I hate this tie,” he grumbled tugging at it again. I patted him on the arm. “But you look so handsome, Papa. You are by far the handsomest man in the whole hall.” He continued to grumble a bit but the corners of his mouth curved and his eyes were twinkling, letting me know that he wasn’t angry. He secretly liked coming to the concerts. And more, he knew that Mama, Hazel and I also enjoyed getting all dressed up and coming to see the performances. After a few moments, the lights dimmed signaling the start of the...