Short Stories for Adults: Sex, Lies and Tit Tape (Part 1)

You sit at the bar like a reluctant lamb chop in a butcher’s window, not caring if anyone will buy you, but hoping the day never comes when they don’t.

“You do still look good, Marsh. But you probably should think about finding Mr Right.” As I sat, like a reluctant lamb chop, those words (spoken by my delightful mother) came to me. As age groups go, I’m in a sort of no man’s land. At forty, I’m not young but I’m not old either. And, hilariously, I have no man in this no man’s land and so, according to …