It was a Friday night and Erica had decided to work late tonight instead of coming in any during the weekend. Her reasoning for this was that her husband was out of town with his boss and the kids were gonna spend the weekend with some of their cousins. No since rushing home to an empty house and besides, Bryan would be back in tomorrow and she hoped they co...
She asked me to meet her downtown. She said she was tired, but would be up for platonic company, so we decided we would just hang out as friends. We met at a lot outside the karaoke bar. Parking was expensive, so she suggested we move my car to the larger lot on the outskirts of town. We stole a few delicious kisses in the dark parking lot, just enough to we...
'Smalltown -- one kilometre,' the sign stared at me. I had spent two days driving and it all came down to this. One kilometre. My mind keep telling me that it wasn't too late to turn around, go back home. But, who was that going to benefit? I was almost there; I might as well go all the way. Right? I sighed as I pushed down the accelerator. I wasn't going t...
The Sunday morning routine getting ready for church, kept Sarah occupied, her mind only occasionally reverting to the events of the previous evening. She could hardly believe it had happened, hoping that none of the nocturnal visitors to the car park recognized her. It had been fairly dark however, and the whole action had taken no longer than twenty minutes...
"My god this is a slow night! What the hell is everyone doing?" Constable Lydia Knightley was bored to tears, almost literally, and struggling to keep awake in the worst way. 2am on a twelve-hour night shift was the beginning of the nods, and with no action around, there was nothing but will power keeping her awake. Lucky she was working with the hottest Sen...
I was on my way to California for a long deserved vacation. All of a sudden I saw steam rolling from the hood of my car. I took a back road so I do not think there was a gas station for at least 20 miles or so. I raised the hood to let the engine cool off. If my luck was with me maybe someone would drive along and give me a lift to a gas station. I tired m...
Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do... because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now... I was visiting my mother for a few days. At least that was the plan, bu...
All characters are over 18 years old. This story takes place after a month in Boston with her Aunt Elizabeth. I STRONGLY suggest that you read the previous stories to understand what motivates her and how she thinks. For those of you reading this as a new story, sorry for jumping ahead, but I really wanted to write this now. Comments are always welcome, bu...
Hunched forward over the steering wheel of her car, peering through the windshield into the seemingly impenetrable darkness, Lisa Hatcher could have kicked herself for choosing to come this way. It was Halloween and she had gone to a party with a bunch of her friends this evening, choosing to stay out a little past her curfew rather than risk losing the hun...
Josie was driving home when she stopped for petrol. She stopped at the place she usually went, without especially thinking about it. It was petrol, just part of her everyday, boring routine, so she stopped when she saw the service station almost by habit. She went to the middle of the row of pumps, because she thought the attendants were quicker to unlock t...