Hi, I'm the lucky guy that got this all started. Just call me Harry. The best part of this is that it is a true story. It all started with some animated files (GIFs) that I forwarded to a female friend... I'll call her Abigail. Abigail sent them on to very close personal (female) friend of hers, We'll just call her Dee. Here is how it all played out in...
Part Twelve "I truly believe I love you Abigail." "I love you too, Phileas. Now, please tell me why my husband has you here as his guest?" I was silent for a moment thinking furiously. Then I began to tell her a blatantly concocted tale designed the turn her against Sir Baring and grant me leeway to her daughter Nicole. Knowing that the best of lies are...
Dave Collins was walking along the street. It was a Thursday afternoon and he had nothing to do but pay a few bills which he had already done. His time was his own and planned on browsing in a few shops before heading back to the rented house that he was currently living in. Around him people were mulling along doing their own thing, traffic was going back a...
The morning came way too early but that seemed like every morning now. Daniel went and got the baby and it prompted remorseful thoughts from Abigail. Theirs wasn't an unhappy marriage and Daniel was a loving husband and father. It wasn't sex though, she told herself so it must be fine. That simply was it. The rest of the morning was a bit of a blur as week...
Joe laid on the bed, waiting. Abigail had been gone for a couple of minutes now and the suspense was killing him. Just then, he heard Abigail and whoever had just arrived talking. Joe recognized the voice as Abigail's friend Jackie. He wasn't very surprised that Jackie was dominant; when Joe saw her, she had been very domineering towards her boyfriend. Abig...
Chapter 5 The next morning I again woke to a knocking on the door. I heard mom's chipper voice through the wood. She opened it, "I just wanted to see if you were awake yet." "I am now," I answered, grumpily. "Hey now, fuss-budget, you need to get up. Your sister will be here in less than two hours!" "Joy." I pulled the covered back over my head. "Grea...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I received a request via e-mail from the UK to write this story. The lady told me the story line so I developed it around that. This story is completely fictional and there is no reference to any actual person. All names are fictitious and all characters are at least 18 years of age. * MEMORIES OF WIMBLEDON Abigail Wilson had just received...
Mikhail took to the skies and laughed as his own personal prison burnt into the night. He awoke in his room in Soledad. He was surprised to find no one there; he would have thought that his father would have guards posted around near by. "Excellent." He laughed. He hurried to a small trunk at the bottom of his bed. Although he was weak and tired, he was be...
On the morning after Abigail's second encounter with Cliff (See Chapter 13), she slept for hours, completely exhausted. Emma left her alone, knowing she would be completely whacked, partly because of her own deviousness. When Abigail did finally emerge wrapped in a bathrobe, she quietly knocked on Emma's door. Emma pulled her inside over to the bed and clos...
I phoned Abigail a few days later, and asked her to go rock climbing with me. - "I was going to ask Carmen, but ..." - "You broke up." said Abigail. - "Well, that sounds better than 'She dumped me'. Let's go with that." I said. Nothing. Not even a chuckle. Abigail finally spoke: "Carmen wouldn't be very good at rock-climbing, anyway." - "No." I agr...