****** Please Read This First ******* I know, I know, I usually don't bother with the disclaimer bits either. Blah, blah, blah, over 18, blah, blah, blah, don't read if easily offended, blah, blah, blah. But, just this once, please bear with me and read this one. Firstly, this is chapter eight of ten and the story will only make sense if you read it from t...
Terry and Claire watched from the front porch as the late model sedan pulled around the corner of the country road and out of sight. Terry turned to Claire and her lips parted in her mischievous smile Claire had fallen in love with years ago. Terry lunged at Claire and took her into her arms. Claire sighed as the two lovers comforted each other as they wer...
Interlude: Truth, Lies, and Fiction Storytelling is a funny thing. When you read a story like this, you're giving somebody like me permission to tell you certain kinds of lies. You probably agree that it's okay and even sensible for me to lie to you about my name, and the company I work for, and a bunch of other things besides. I need those lies if I'm to t...
Amy suddenly farted – or at least, it sounded like it. And it also sounded really wet. She gulped, sheepishly looking around to see if anyone noticed. Luckily, the lobby of her downtown Los Angeles apartment building was empty save for the front desk clerk, who was far enough away from her now. It was just past 10pm on a Friday night. Amy hurriedly walke...
I had been quite determined to stay out of trouble, and for a nearly a month after the fight at the bar I did. Actually, I didn't even find more trouble, but I suppose it sort of found me. It wasn't supposed to lead me becoming acquainted with Cole's paddle that hung on the wall of her bar. It didn't even start in the bar. It started at the cafe 'Round the...
This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ___________________________________ Amy gasped...
Willow was a young, naïve, innocent girl who had just been out of high school for a year when the unexpected happened to her, something that changed her happy-go-lucky life into a living hell. From the time she became aware of her sexuality and was trying to come to some conclusions about herself and her sexual orientation, she lived an uncertain life. She...
Here is the final chapter to Jennifer. If you opened this and haven't read the first two chapters it may be beneficial for you to do so. Enjoy! :) ~~~~~~~~~~ "Jen, sweetie, you may need to hurry up. I don't know that much about wedding etiquette, but a bridesmaid showing up late may not go over so well," I said, looking at the time on my cell phone. "I'm...
****** Please Read This First ******* I know, I know, I usually don't bother with the disclaimer bits either. Blah, blah, blah, over 18, blah, blah, blah, don't read if easily offended, blah, blah, blah. But, just this once, please bear with me and read this one. Firstly, this is chapter nine of ten and the story will only make sense if you read it from th...
Outside Vera's spa we stashed the bags in the trunk. When I ask about the garment bag lying flat across the flooring Candi explained that she sometimes had to change dresses between appointments or change from a modest street dress into her working clothes on the run. Pulling away from the curb she asked if I was hungry. "Yes, I could eat a horse." She gig...