Looking back, I should have fucking known. Liz was always a bit loud, a little forceful, and we mostly stayed away from her; she drew attention, and my crowd and I don't really like attention. We were the Mouse Club on campus. We huddled together in the cafeteria and in the library, each of us an impenetrable wall of geek no man might penetrate. Liz was diff...
CHAPTER ONE - "SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS!" Bree Dawson says she was in the backseat of a speeding car with a blindfold over her eyes. Her hands were tied behind her back and her jeans were pulled down to her knees, making hard for her to move her legs. Music was blasting as the vehicle swerved from side to side, slamming her against the windows. She could hear th...
Jameson and Clarrie Crawford pulled up to the gate with their rented moving truck. The guard came out of the gate house over to their truck. Clarrie rolled down the driver’s side window. “Can I help you ma’am?” the old man smiled. Jameson and Clarrie looked at the sixty something lean black man in the 1950’s police style uniform. “Yes,” Clarrie smiled, “The...
It wasn't the best of days for Kim. Her kids were driving her nuts. It was "Black Thursday" and the mall was jammed, WalMart's "Santa" was one of the poorest she'd ever seen. MacKenzie wanted Baskin-Robbins but Jillian wanted popcorn. She was worn out and glad when her mother-in-law offered to take the kids home and let Kim have the rest of her shopping time...
It is a quiet night, but for the wind. The Santa Ana's have begun blowing, fanning the inevitable brush fires, leaving the air scented with smoke and desert sage. The last glow of sunlight is fading away and the half moon is already bright in its rising arc. In the broad alley, an elegant Asian woman is enjoying a leisurely evening stroll, her dogs leading t...
After three days one would have thought the jet lag had worn off. However, they remained once again inert on top of the mattress, unable to muster the effort to shake the covers off. It was a dry yet warm August day, and Fumiko's eyes blinked rhythmically in order to ward off the sleep. Her bed was a circular mattress with lavender colors and they were cover...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * Lori sat at the rotunda in the lobby of the eleventh floor and smiled as Violet Smith got off the elevator. The pretty blonde smiled back at the red headed, freckled receptionist. "Merry Christmas," Lori said in greeting. "Merry Christmas," Viole...
I flopped down among the purple pillow forest that was my queen bed, and opened the increasingly scant classified section. Tapping a red pen to my lips, I immediately crossed out all the jobs offered through temp agencies. After several extremely unsuccessful experiences I was pretty sure they only stayed in business by collecting and distributing personal i...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* After her friend, her girlfriend's rejection, Gracie sat in her car and stared blankly at the rear door of the sto...
This is an edited version of Nanny Sarah. Once again, a huge thank you to Bi_Cathy for helping proofread. Hopefully we've caught 99% of the typos now. This is the third part of a three part story. Please read the other parts first. All characters in explicit scenes are over eighteen. ******* Sarah had been correct. As soon as the sky outside showed any h...