I began this as something else, but someone close to me made me redraft it. It is dedicated to Sarah. The Sarah in this story in no way resembles the Sarah for whom the story is written. * Up to the day she got shot Lt. Faith O'Bannon believed she was all that and bulletproof. She stood 5'10" and weighed around 140 lbs. Her coppery hair was cut to a severe...
The gravel crunches under my high heels and the sound of girls' laughter drifts down from the bedroom window as I walk up the drive. At least someone had fun tonight, I think. The night is hot and airless and I can feel the sweat beginning to bead on the small of my back under my ballgown. Surely the storm must break soon. I raise one gloved hand to mop my b...
The heavy rain that had been falling for the last few hours continued to beat against the large bay window as Olivia Stone sat in the plush recliner, watching the droplets run down the glass. It had been raining on and off all week and while the annoyingly cheerful weather girl on channel 4 had promised clear skies for the weekend, it was already Friday nigh...
This is the second of the Saint Clair series, after Soldier Girl, so you should probably read that one first. I had no idea this one would turn out like it did, so in the interest of fair warning, I will mention that this turned into a sort of rural Crime Noir tale. I typically don't write graphic sex into this story line and that remains true here. I origin...
Hello Readers! This is Part One of a Three-Part story. All three parts are written and will be posted in order. Chapter 1: Memories So there I was standing beneath the ivy-covered trellis, wearing my white dress, and carrying a bouquet of the most beautiful red roses I had ever seen. In fact, I didn't even like red roses! But these ones were beautiful. We...
"Hey, wake up honey, it's time to go," I gently nudged Virginia. As my pregnant, lesbian lover, I naturally wanted her to experience a gentle awakening on her first day as my 'trucker helper'. As you know (if you've read the previous chapters), everything that happened previously on the truck, occurred before we discovered that we were in love with each othe...
Hello Readers! This is Part Three of a Three-Part story. All three parts are written and will be posted in order. Chapter 3: The Good Things The answer to Autumn's question, as it turns out, was 'as long as I wanted.' I could stay in town as long as I wanted. It turned out that the my alma mater housed the personal papers and sketches of one of the arti...
Part 12 - Helping A Friend After school I walked home with Melissa again. Melissa seemed happier than I had ever seen her, and she admitted that knowing she had me as a friend and that she had been able to talk to someone after so long of feeling alone, she really did feel better. She agreed that if I could help I was free to tell my family anything, and th...
To my readers, please feel free to leave feedback for me so that I know that you liked my stories, what you would like to see, and perhaps maybe suggest one. If you'd like to read it over and over again, favorite it and come back to enjoy it like an old friend. I look forward to hearing from you...K'Anne As she glanced around at the horrified stares she w...
Note that the following events took place in the late 1980s to the early 1990s, before there was any "Don't ask, don't tell" policy in place in the military. Being an active lesbian was risking your career, especially for an officer. *** "Did Col. Stevens say what he wanted to see me about?" I asked, wondering what could be going on. "No," said Cheryl, "b...