"Would you like to go into The Darkroom with me?" he asked. I smiled politely and said to him, "Thanks, Barry, but I've already seen it." He seemed disappointed, and somewhat surprised. "OH...okay, I'll talk to you later," he said and abruptly walked away in the middle of our conversation. Why are these guys so interested in showing me The Darkroom? I won...
After practice for that night's performance and a shower, with Trent walking somewhat gingerly after his fantasy night at the Brazilian's command—the walk a bit wavering even though the ship was now steadily docked at the Nassau cruise line pier—Trent found himself gravitating back to the Schooner Bar for the prenoon jazz set of Dean and Buzz. By all rights...
I hope you enjoy this chapter. Sorry it took me longer than usual to post this chapter. I had originally planned this to be ONE long chapter, but it proved too bulky. So now you get TWO chapters at once! Hope you enjoy it. This also means that now there will be a total of at least 14 chapters when the series is completed. Maybe more! DISCLAIMER: The follow...
Adrenaline fueled me back to Raleigh. It was daunting to realize that everything I had worked for all my life was suddenly slipping through my fingers. It wasn't just the job I was afraid of losing. I loved my work and there wasn't a day that I regretted what I did. I was a proud American that loved serving my country. I think what was troubling me most was...
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Chapter 68: Hitting It Hard A string of subtle, slightly spooky, melancholy techno music trickles along the air of the nightclub, before intensifying to a sound that sends cold noise into one's senses. The stage lights up with background set in large, illuminated curtains, with backlights of dusk yellow. Adam stands there, with his arms crossed over his ch...
I grew up in the Kingdom of Kahara. My father was the head of the Kahara-America Export Co., an international energy conglomerate. I have always loved walking the seductive streets of Amsada, Kahara's capital city. I loved the dangerous looking dark men, in their robes, capes and hoods. You could always see those coal black eyes staring out at you, measuri...
This story has scenes of mild domestic violence and hurtful language. If this is a trigger for you, you may want to consider skipping this story. The number of the domestic violence hotline with operators available 24 hours is: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233) * Simon "Well, have you found ya' a big one yet?" My mother questioned in her Brooklyn accent. No matter h...
JUNE 1720 Disoriented, head still groggy from whatever had been in what he drank earlier, in the dark, putting his hand out and feeling a curtain, eighteen-year-old Franz drew the drapery aside and put his feet on the floor. The richness of a carpet under his bare feet told him he wasn't in his parents' residence above the book binding shop. It wasn't just...
The warmth of the sun hit me after such a long time in the dark and dirty recesses of Master S's world. The fact I was wearing heavy duty rubber panties and bra became all too apparent as I started to perspire, not that I could take my hoodie off in the area I was about to walk through and with what I was wearing under my shirt. I started to walk on my sti...