Adam Sinclair was fresh out of high school in the summer of 1973, and while it was probably true that most of his classmates were happy about that, none were more thrilled than Adam. The 18 year old had spent 4 years in that hell hole called Shaker High being picked on and ridiculed for being a geek, and now the lad looked forward to going to college come fa...
"Good. Now a little deeper, lad," his master told him. The young man gulped. His eyes moistened with the effort and his throat twitched, unaccustomed to the pressure on the back of his tongue. "Easy, lad," his master said. "Just a little more." The young man's hands tightened on the edge of the shield where he was kneeling, holding himself in place. His b...
It had been over a year since their last holiday, work commitments putting pay to any of their plans. Then Nicola's workmate explained she had a family caravan in Scotland, and a short break seemed more than possible. Peter and Nicola had been together since university and moved in together soon after. Since graduating and finding employment, they had foun...
=== Warning: this story includes scat! === If you're driving along the motorway and feel like a break, I would strongly recommend Mudchute Services. They're fairly easy to find, right next to Brown Wood, and you'll find the toilet facilities make a very worthy detour. I'd paid little attention to gents' toilets all the years I'd been married, but these d...
Jack Barker watched his girlfriend's son go into the garage, and after making sure that his soon-to-be wife was in the bathroom, went out the back door and toward the garage. Jack had just moved into the modest old farmhouse a couple of days ago, although he had spent a lot of time there in the year he had been courting Alice Randolph. Jack liked Alice Rand...
"I thought it would be a good idea to buy Bobby a suit," Gladys Bradley told the little Italian tailor whose shop was down the road from their apartment. "Not only for the dance, but with Bobby going to college in a couple of months he'll probably need a suit for other things." "A college boy now huh?" Tony Caruso asked as he rubbed the dense 5 o'clock shad...
Chapter I: Over A Barrel The fight was fast and desperate; in the momentary illumination a vicious leering face shone before Huw, and his hungry axe licked out, splitting it to the chin spraying gore and brains over the doughty Celt. In the numbing blackness that followed the flash, an unseen stroke swept Huw's helmet from his head and he struck back blindl...
"Where's Dave?" I asked Jim who was fervently digging his allotment patch like their was no tomorrow. "In his shed I 'spect" came the simple answer. "Thanks," I said making for Dave's allotment shed. "I should leave it for a while," Jim advised. "I think he has a guest and he wont welcome your interruption right now." "A guest, how do you mean, a guest?"...
The blazing sun was relentless even though it wasn't quite noon, and as Curt Randall took off his cap to wipe the sweat off of his brow it was like he could hear the rays sizzling on his damp crew cut. Without the cap his skull would be as deeply reddish brown as much of his upper torso was. The shirt he was wearing, or rather the tattered remains of what o...
Most of the soldiers have not yet returned from war, so the tavern was almost empty, despite the evening time which used to change it in the most alive place in the city. There was a depressed bartender, one bored waitress pretending to clean some tables and him – handsome thug in a leather armour, sipping beer and playing with a sack of gold. "Don't be af...