"Three can keep a secret if two of them are dead." - Benjamin Franklin ___________________ Such was the case with Mike Hutchins, Private Investigator, who, in a relaxed mood of drunken, post-coital bliss, casually mentioned to his girlfriend/lover that one of his clients was engaged in a Lesbian affair as were her daughter and her friends. Said girlfriend,...
Katie wasn't sure which situation she'd rather be in right now; being forced to perform oral sex on this violent woman or dealing with her parents, they both sounded horrible. The cell door opened and Katie got off the bed. "Rain check," Sam chuckled. The guard grabbed Katie's arm and started to take her away. The female guard was silent as they walked, she...
"Okay, bitch... spill it." I looked at Gary as he put his car in drive. For a moment, I said nothing as he drove away from the gentlemen's club. "There is nothing to 'spill' really," I said unconvincingly. "Yeah, right," Gary replied with a snort. "You are a horrible liar. Not to mention you've had this crazy look on your face since LaDonna walked out of t...
I was having my morning coffee when a knock on my back door startled me. Being new to the neighborhood, I approached the door suspiciously, wondering who it could be at six in the morning. I felt a sense of relief when I recognized the woman who lived next door. "Hello neighbor," she said cordially as I opened the door. "I was beginning to think you didn't...
You might have seen me once or twice if you happen to visit any of the lonelier cycle paths around Great Britain. I've cycled them all. Mile after mile of empty countryside – away from the cars, away from the people, and away from every other distraction of modern day life. Boring? You've got to be kidding! This is where it all happens – in the natural world...
Prologue This story is the sixth in the Ashley-Penny series that began with An Itch Needing Scratching and continued with Caught in the Limelight, Never Too Old, Maid to Order, and Intimate Revelations. ***** Penny was sitting at her desk deep in thought when the tingling of the doorbell brought her abruptly out of her pondering the events of the past th...
This is a very short piece dedicated to ShadowSucks, Erin, who just a couple of weeks ago lost her battle with cancer. Erin contacted me a few months ago and asked me to try and write a story in this genre. We became fast friends and in a little under a year, she grew to mean very much to me. So I am posting this story in her memory. If you enjoy it, she i...
We were staring into the bright fireplace in front of us. The flames seemed to be performing just for us, swaying back and forth with all the dignity and grace of tiny ballroom dancers. Watching them was almost hypnotic. They gave the otherwise dark room a relaxing glow, filled the room with a feeling of love. Brandy was sitting between my legs, shifting to...
Adrienne watched dejectedly as the teenage girls on the field jumped around—peppy enough to appease the parents, provocative enough to arouse the boys. She only came to these school events because her parents made her, convinced that she was a social butterfly hidden in the body of a caterpillar. Her father read the evening news, her mother was a publicist....
This is the final chapter of the story. It has been done for several weeks but I have been trying to find an editor to go over it. After many attempts, I am just posting it. I've proofread it multiple times but I apologize if I have missed anything. I hope you enjoy it. * It had been a while since Kara felt this way. Not that it was unusual for her to feel...