Charlie Swift just pumped three . 38-caliber bullets into a dead polar bear in his taxidermist girlfriend’s garage. But he’s a gun monkey, and no one can blame him for having an itchy trigger finger. Ever since he drove down the Florida Turnpike with a headless body in the trunk of a Chrysler, then took down four cops, Charlie’s been running hard through the sprawling sleaze of central Florida. And to make matters worse, he’s holding on to some crooked paperwork that a lot of people would like to take off his hands. Now, with his boss disappeared and his friends dropping like flies, Charlie has got his work cut out just to survive. If he wants to keep the money and get the girl too, he’s really going to have to go ape. . . Nominated for the Edgar Award for Best First Novel, Gun Monkeys is a fast, furious collage of wit and wise guys, violence and thrills—and a full-throttle run through the dark side of the Sunshine State.

I went camping with some of my coworkers for the weekend. It was me, my buddy Ken, and three girls from reception. In the middle of the night, one of the girls lured me over to the girls' tent, and gave me mind-blowing anonymous oral. The next night, I was in for a wild surprise, when all three girls invited me in to stay the night in their tent. (3,500 words)