Chapter Nine - Nut, Nuts, Nutter "Your husband called a few times," Mark chimed in, holding the door for him, and seeing him to his desk like he was crippled. Carter threw his secretary a confused look. "You dropped your phone here, before heading to your meeting with Yolanda. I didn't answer. But it's all for the best that you didn't have your phone wi...
Working with my boyfriend is not as bad as what people think. Most of my friends claim that they would get sick of seeing their other every day as Chris and I do. We both work in an office building with Chris being the assistant manager and myself the secretary. "Hey Lily!" It was one of the other secretaries, Judy, who always had something to say. "Judit...
"...bin Laden is there! Ninety percent, fifty percent, thirty, I'm sick of probabilities. We need decisive action," said the fuming secretary of defense. "Evaluating the risks against the benefits, storming the cave complex could save far more than it could possibly kill," said the president's advisor, far cooler than the last. "What say you, Mr. President?...
I told myself last time was going to be the last time. I have to stop. If my girlfriend Amy, who I love very much, ever found out I'm sure it would be over. But here I am again driving to his office. I pull into a parking space, take a deep breath and mentally purge all the reasons I shouldn't be here for the ONLY reason I'm here. His office is on the 4th...
Despite the fascinating, urban resort-like rooms that Arthur got to hang out in, despite the good food and the pleasant conversations, and the tours, the next five days were mostly tedious. Sometimes, he got to sit outside in one of the courtyards. He'd always see an uninterrupted sky when he looked up, not a tree in sight. Other times, Vince rolled Arthur...
As we stood looking around at the crowd, the television crews arrived. Out they came from their mobile cocoons. Pushing, shoving and literally stampeding anyone that got in their way or treading on couples that were otherwise engaged on the ground. They arrived as one and pushed the microphones in my face. "What have you done?" "Who are you?" "What is yo...
The three of them were sprawled out on the richly patterned Oriental carpet on the rise of the sand dune with the vista of the pyramids of Giza stretching out before them—and beyond that the Nile and beyond that yet the teeming city of Cairo, the sun shining on Cairo, giving it a false sense of cleanliness and purity. Below the dune behind them buzzed a phal...
Never in my wildest dreams did I ever expect Bill Withers to ask me what he asked me that Tuesday morning. We had worked in the same stockbroker's office for a couple of years and we were sort of friends. Often we'd have lunch together, and his girlfriend Debbie and my wife Linda went out shopping together sometimes. But that morning he had a concerned look...
Colin Young was the future of British politics. Or so he thought, but with some justification as it was the description given to him by one of the leading broadsheet newspapers less than a year ago. He had been an elected member of parliament for six years and was into his second term with a healthy majority and still only 31 years old. He was starting to de...
Edgewick guided my lovely rival, still-sniffling, to the opposite corner. I listened for extra swats but didn't hear any, which I suppose was fair since he was freshly caned, whereas the burn in my bottom had had a chance to dissipate somewhat--while I got to watch a highly enjoyable show. The time in the corner passed slowly, but my cock stubbornly refused...