The soft rumble of an engine woke me from my sleep. Through my half-lidded eyes, I noted the sunlight straining to penetrate my little curtain, telling me that it was already morning. I felt hardly rested, having spent the majority of the previous night tossing and turning in bed, my mind too busy for sleep to come. I groaned, blindly reaching for my bedsid...
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It's been weeks and weeks and weeks, I know. Please, don't lynch me. It's been a busy few months. Short story, my baby sister is now a PhD, and thus even more insufferable than I could ever portray here in this story world. But that meant a trip to the UK. And of course, work. And then a scare with a possibility of losing EVERYTHING on my computer. Thankful...
"Just kill me and get it over with," I thought as the pounding echoed again. I blinked a couple times, rousing myself awake enough to realize that the pounding was not in my head. I looked at the clock, thinking, "Who the fuck pounds on a man's door at one-thirty in the morning?" I dragged my ass out of bed and shuffled down the hall toward the front door....
November 6, 2009 From: Lawrence Ryan To: Douglas Monroe Subject: Re: Ronald Gordon's plays Dear Mr. Monroe, I hope you can forgive the slight prevarication in my earlier missive. I am, in fact, still here in Lexington, but I was expecting to leave the next day when I received your e-mail, and did not believe I had the time to fit in a visit with you befo...
Sometimes I surprise myself by how well I adapt to, and cope with pressure-packed situations. I have the ability to objectively analyze a difficult assignment from all sides, devise several possible solutions, then proceed to logically choose the correct, and most effective path to resolve even the most daunting problem...that is how I approached my date w...
First off I sincerely apologize for the delay in submitting Chapter 3. But don't worry, I'm still here, and I will finish the story. Thank you to everyone who decides to stick with me, I hope it was worth the wait. As always feedback is appreciated. Jack It was Sunday, two days after I ran out on Vince. I was at home cooking, fixing up some bean soup to ge...
It was on my fifth day of work Ally informed me someone would be coming in at 2pm for a hot-oil massage. Not only that, but he wanted the 'Deluxe' package too. "What's the 'Deluxe' package?" I asked while wiping my sperm and semen off the floor of Ally's office. I'd only heard of package numbers 'one' and 'two.' He came out of the uniform room and handed...
"You sure he's on board with it? I mean other than you haven't told him." "Yes, Mr. Gillespie, we won't be popping any male cherries or working on tight holes here. I've had him several times and now he's beggin' for it. And he's been on a train with some of the football players. Just one more step into what we do—and I've already heard him being curious ab...
Welcome to the second part of my story. If you haven't already read the first part of my story, (Me and My Best Friend Find Each Other) I'd recommend you have a read first and then come back. For those that just need a brief reminder, at the end of the first part I felt embarrassed and confused by my encounter with a completely random guy in the uni librar...