Author's note: I would personally like to thank all those that took the time to vote and leave comments. They help me improve my writing and give me the necessary alcoholic stimulus my inebriated Leprechaun needs to keep turning this stuff out. I am currently working on Part IV and hope to have it done in the next couple of weeks. I hope to make it a bit lon...
How is that the evil people in this world, the liars and cheaters and con men, succeed so often? I've concluded that the real reason is the rest of us. Most of us on this planet are basically honest, basically decent. We tend to tell the truth in most situations and treat one another with some degree of kindness. Not surprisingly, we also take for granted t...
This chapter is not meant to stand alone. Please begin at the first chapter to fully appreciate this tale. Friday, November 9 I was lying on my back with my arms stretched out to either side with a blond snuggled into my neck on the right and a warm redhead on my left. Carol had just begun to nibble on my ear lobe when Veronica's hand slowly began meanderi...
Chapter 1 The Interview Tom Lynch sat quietly, waiting for the detective to begin. The man was studying a report, probably re-familiarizing himself with the known facts. A woman sat beside him, looking across the table at Tom Lynch, but saying nothing. At length, he closed the folder and spoke. "I'm Pavel Janecek, Detective Sergeant, E Division. This is De...
I had worked for Mr. Maxwell since leaving school, and though it mightn’t suit everyone, I’d enjoyed the last twenty years. I like living where I was born, and small-town Scotland still places commerce a rung above the more recently-invented professions. I was already as good as manager of Mr. Maxwell’s shop, with a smooth path to succeeding him on his retir...
It was Katarina's fault. Had it not been for her I would have continued living a basically monastic life as I had done since the death of my wife, in an auto accident, three years ago. Katarina Florentina Magdelana Corianna . . . , or Kat, as I call her, is my youngest daughter, who graduated from our local university last year. For reasons of anonymity an...
Author's notes: This story is loosely (very loosely) based on actual events. I want to thank the person who told me their story and allowed me to write about it with creative license. I'm glad he enjoyed it when he read it. Now comes the warning. There is no sex in this story. There wasn't a place to put it without making it gratuitous. I know this is an e...
This story is a little different than my usual but I certainly hope you still enjoy it...and as always, I love to hear back from you. ***** Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, he had to walk into mine. Okay, it's not really my gin joint, but I did stop in after work from time to time. It was called Plato's Place. It was my refuge and I...
After lunch, we are back at Bob Davis's office in the studio building with a few minutes to spare. We really haven't had all that much time to relax over our food, considering the, shall we say, "busy," morning we've had, but honestly, food isn't number one on my interest list right now anyway. The door is locked. We knock, but no one answers, so we lean aga...
Author's Note: Once again I want to thank Techsan for taking time from his busy schedule to correct my spelling and punctuation errors for me. This is a lengthy story so I have divided it into eleven parts. I will get all parts posted as quickly as I can. Just so you don't waste time trying to find Brodricksburg, Pennsylvania on the map, it doesn't exist. B...