For Paige Prelude I sat in the chair at the kitchen table looking at the arrangement of Calla lillies I had gone to pick up from the florist only a few hours ago. Their beauty mocked the feelings that were dwelling inside what soul I had left. She had texted it. That was how my marriage had ended. With a text. Four words: We need 2 talk. Are you fucking ki...
W.F. Stuart Teaching College is in the foothills, overlooked by the elite suburbs. It's the closest that ordinary folk can get to high living. Above the college are winding leafy roads with mansion after estate after villa. Deckings stilted above slopes, infinity pools cut into rock. Below the college was suburbia; rows of mostly untidy little boxes with sim...
This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 or over. *** An Uber sat idling at the curb outside the hotel. Throwing Vicky's gear on board, they climbed into the back of the black Mercedes, like soldiers mounting a transport in the wake of a long, bloody battle, wounded but euphoric, going home. "First stop the bottle-oh." Beck cried- the old man's Ve...
Jill leaned against her car, looked at her watch, and then looked over her shoulder at the cigarette and adult novelty store's "Closed" sign. She had driven halfway across town in an effort to not be recognized. She still couldn't believe she'd agreed to picking up the party favors for her daughter's best friend's bachelorette party. Other than the finger-s...
Story till now: Mark was invited on a cruise for sex-freaks and nymphomaniacs by his cute girlfriend, Lolita Kwon, and her mother Dominique. Unfortunately, his mother and sister also decided to come along, both of whom have made humiliating Mark a game for years. Mark isn't on the ship one day before he learns of a plot by the ship's owner, the evil Sophia U...
This story follows the lives of several of the characters in Whose Fault Was It. It should be free standing but there is useful information in the previous story lines. Again I know this isn't perfect in grammar and spelling. I do appreciate all constructive posts that will help me improve. Thanks ***** JILL TRENTON Jill Stanley Trenton drove away wi...
The worst part of my job is the waiting. You have to be patient to be a detective since things cannot be rushed. Stakeouts are a classic example. Another example is waiting for somebody to come through your door to ask for your services. "Come through your door" is of course a metaphor for any manner of inquiries: website inquiries, email, text, Facebook, wh...
Yet another conference. A long one – six full days of uninterrupted rapid-fire presentations: his idea of hell, since most speakers wouldn't be worth listening to, yet he always felt compelled to pay attention and give them a hearing. Over the top of his coffee-cup, the man studied the early-arrivals at the reception area: twenty minutes to go until the...
Kelly Yawning, Kelly stretched her arms and accidentally bumped her husband in the head. She turned to face him as he stirred and eyed her quietly, a curious smile on his face. "Mmph, morning," he mumbled. "Morning, Baby," she whispered. He yawned briefly and pulled her close to him, his arms closing around her torso easily. She happily let him draw her...
Chapter 1 Have you done much speed dating? It's dumb really. But at least you get to meet women who want to meet men. That's something isn't it? I presumed that at least some of them would want what I wanted, but this turned out a bit tricky. When Sheila left me, she said it was because 'All you want is sex!'. I ask you. What did she think a man wants fro...