The Terrorist Groups Infiltration Strategy, or TGIS for short, is an extremely-closely guarded secret of the European Community. It has been in existence for three years and is basically a spy network. I am no longer Pia Matteri. I am now Operative 43 and my ground, as we call it, is southern Switzerland and northern Italy. I am fluent in Italian, French and...
"OK, let's go then", I said to my dog, Max. He was sat there right in front of me gazing at me with his big brown intelligent eyes, willing me to look his way, telling me it was time for his walk. As I spoke, he bounced up and ran to the door, his tail almost wagging his backside off. He rushed back to me and then back to the door whining in his excitem...
It was officially Reading Day: the day between the final day of classes and the first day of final exams. The library was absolutely packed with students trying to finish the projects and research papers they had kept putting off throughout the semester, and the tiny study rooms were all occupied. It was not until I had reached the seventh and highest floo...
I've been the star of Jubilee Court for more than 20 years now. Well, a star of it. If someone mentioned the name Sylvia Richardson it wouldn't mean a thing to most people; but say Val from Jubilee Court and everyone knows who you mean – the fiery, busty, sex-mad peroxide blonde queen of Britain's favourite TV soap opera, on the box at peak time three evenin...
Lauren mumbled a hushed curse as another stick of charcoal snapped in her slender fingers. After she blew the scattered pieces off of her piece Lauren brushed her hair out of her eyes she only added a charcoal smudge to the number of patches that continuously made their way over her pale face. Lauren paused to admire the chalk and charcoal drawing of a cat...
That same evening, after I'd taken a shower in my own apartment I began thinking about Veronique again – the touch of her skin when she hugged me, the softness of her hand on my leg, the taste of her lips when she briefly kissed me, her shapely body in the pink lace lingerie. Under my dressing gown I felt my nipples stiffening. And as they brushed against th...
It is a picture postcard night on the deserted beach, and I am the insomniac drifting in its midst. There is no real reason why I can’t sleep – I am just another restless soul in search of moonlight and some sea air. By day, I am a doctor. My hours are spent putting other lives before my own, offering hope to the hopeless and performing the miracles of moder...
This story is copyright of Destinie 21 and RenzaJones please don't reproduce. Enjoy. *********** Usually at this hour the beach was not nearly so deserted as it was now. Only a few lethargic sunbathers remained, and up the coast a little ways you could see a group of local boy engaged in their daily game of fútbol, a sport which to me would always be thoug...
Believe it or not, undergraduates have more to do than just party and fuck, at least those of us who hope to get real jobs one day do. There are papers to write, tests to study for, projects and presentations to prepare, plus I have to make a little money. For the next week I hardly saw Nick or Renee, and I only saw Amy in the dorm. I did have a little mid-d...
Late, late, late -- I am going to be late. I muttered this mantra to myself as I ran to my car. It was 7:32 and I was supposed to check in by 8:15 at the seminar. I was headed to a teacher's seminar at a hotel about forty-five minutes from my house. The day was already hot and humid. I needed to pick up a few extra classes so I would have a better chance at...