The Man in the Purple Speedo

In my little New Jersey town, there is a pool. On sweltering summer evenings, after the worst of the sun has passed, I stuff the kids into the minivan and instinctively head for water. While I park on the grass, the kids vault out of the car and head for the gate. As my youngest... Continue Reading →

101 uses for a thong panty

I belong to a swim club out here in suburbia. It's a great class-leveler. People wearing tattoos that twine up their calves or their chests swim laps alongside doctors, lawyers, bankers, the president of my shul. One manager has the face of a bulldog but a kindly heart, while the other looks pleasant enough, but... Continue Reading →

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