Mario Santini, a naïve young, 18 year old American sailor, from a very staunch Catholic Italian family falls in love with a beautiful, black, 19 year old prostitute, all of which is taking place in the white bible belt, pre-Martin Luther King south ( Norfolk, Virginia ) circa early 1950's.
This stunning lady of the night ( named Bahama Mamma by the Fleet ) tries everything to discourage the relentless and annoying pursuit of a love sick sailor but to no avail, he is not going to go away.
She finally gives in and they start dating to find that each has something to give that the other one doesn't have Mario love and warmth from a large Italian family and she, ghetto raised Christina Watson, survival on the streets.
This racially charged togetherness survives leading to a fun, and heart warming romantic comedy....LOVE CONQUERS ALL.
Green Streak 396 is a taxicab owned and driven by street wise African American 40 year old Moses Cotton, Christina Watson's faithful companion, chauffer and confidant who makes all her appointments and drives her to places of business.
Moses Cotton is hopelessly in love with this beautiful 19 year old lady but alas, his love is not returned but he remains faithful to her in spite of all her sorted endeavors.
Hank Curci Holds a Masters Degree in Mathematics from Sanford University and is a former Senior Aerospace Engineer designing Inertial Navigation and spacecraft rendezvous points between Earth and Mars...his friends called him "The real Captain Kirk."
Hank Curci is also a concert pianist giving Cole Porter, Gershwin and Broadway show tune concerts in the Seattle area and also Stanford University.
His songs are being played on the international radio circuit and can be purchased on iTunes.
Hank Curci has six ebooks published on the internet..two SCIFI short stories, one romantic comedy, and three Children's Outer Space Coloring Books.
I was that girl.
You know, the highly intoxicated chick celebrating her thirtieth birthday with her two best friends—who are happily married. And the more I drank, the more I wanted to do something reckless to celebrate.
By reckless, I mean the sexy and alluring man dressed in a business suit standing near the bar. You know his type—tall, dark, handsome. I was sure he was out of my league, but I’d had just enough alcohol that things like that no longer seemed to matter. I’m not fat, mind you, but you can tell I like french fries, so there’s that.
He took me home, and I enjoyed the hottest birthday sex of my life. Well, until it came to a screeching and rather unwelcome halt.
There’s nothing quite like being interrupted mid-ride with a little voice asking, “What are you doing to my daddy?”
Just kill me now . . . or so I thought.
Come to find out, the man I rode like a bull at the rodeo is my new landlord.
She says she needs some help ... in the bedroom.
Come again? No, really come again.
Sweet, nerdy, lovable Keaton.
She's my best friend and has been for years. Sure she likes numbers and math, and thinks doing other people's taxes is fun. And I like ... none of that stuff. She's obsessed with her cat and reads novels I'll never understand, and yet we just click. There's no one I'd rather share breakfast burritos with or binge watch hours of Netflix. She's my person. And so when she takes off her glasses and asks me to help her improve her skills in the bedroom, I barely have to think about it.
Of course I'll help her. There's no one better for the job.
I've been there for her through everything, why should this be any different?
But what happens when she's ready to take her new-found confidence and move on?