Free Dark Passions by Jeff Gelb

aren’t the only body part that can be lost in an accident,” he said. “But guys like us? We still gotta live. We still have urges, but we learn to compensate.”
    An uncharacteristic sense of sadness washed over Carla. Perhaps she’d been wrong to judge all men so harshly. Maybe there were actually some out there who couldn’t think with their dicks.
    His face turned to stone. “I’ve already felt a fucking Rottweiler clamp his teeth between my legs. There’s nothing you can do to me that could be any worse, so go ahead and get it over with.”
    She stood speechless. He slowly shook his head and grinned.
    â€œNever seen a dickless guy before, huh?” he said. “You’re no different from any other bitch. They’re all curious. . . but no compassion.” He took a deep breath, then exhaled hard and swallowed. “I can still piss through the little tube you see down there.” On closer inspection, she saw what he was referring to. “I can even have an orgasm if someone will take the time to lick around the scar tissue.” He rolled his eyes and laughed. “But there ain’t many bitches around who’ll bother.” He gave her a cold, hard stare. “You bitches are all alike. You’re only out for yourselves.”
    Carla trembled as a wave of emotion overcame her. “I ... I’m sorry.”
    â€œYeah ... sure you are,” he smirked.
    A tear trickled down Carla’s cheek. It felt odd. How long had it been since she’d felt such emotion?
    Following a moment of awkward silence, he said, “So, what the hell happens next? Sorry I disappointed you.”
    Carla slowly shook her head. “I was wrong. I didn’t know.”
    He exhaled deeply. “You’re not making any sense.”
    She quickened her pace. How could she have been this mistaken about men? Was it possible that some were not sexual predators? She felt her skin tingle. The familiar restless feeling swept over her. Should she take her medication? No, not yet. She had to do something with this guy first.
    â€œIt’s getting cold in here. Can’t you at least throw a blanket over me?” he complained.
    What should she do? She had been so wrong.
    And then the thought occurred to her. Maybe a gesture of kindness could make everything right. Perhaps through one simple act she could turn her life around. In her twisted mind it made perfectly good sense.
    A smile crept over Carla’s face as she stepped across the hardwood floor to her bedroom. Trixie barked and jumped all over her bed as she retrieved the jar from her bedroom closet. Everything would be fine, she felt certain. She would untie him and let him have his choice of any of the jar’s contents. He could feel whole again.
    He would thank her, she was sure.
    She couldn’t wait to see the look in his eyes when she handed him the jar... .

Tre s Herma nas
    Roberta Lannes
    Â 
    Â 
    Â 
    The men huddled together in the Minneapolis bar so they could hear each other in the din. One, haggard and lean to the point of gaunt, gulped down his fourth scotch. His heavyset friend in the Hawaiian shirt wiped his face with his hand as he shook his head.
    â€œI don’t get you, Jim. You were separated five minutes when you got involved with a hot babe a year older than your daughter who just wanted to fuck you twenty-four hours a day. You spent every free minute with her, stopped sleeping, and started having hallucinations. Your dental practice went all to hell, and you didn’t give a shit. Now this woman disappears, and you’re begging for help ... now, after you told us all to fuck off? Explain why I should even try.”
    Jim cocked his head. “Okay. Look, Benny. You understand how it is when you have to have something. When you’re living for it, thinking about it every second you’re not tasting it. Hell, I don’t know how you can sit in a bar and watch me