On the third Sunday in September, outside Los Angeles in the hills of Sherman Oaks, two beautiful wives in their late twenties lounged by an Olympic-sized swimming pool. They were at Jan Marshall's home and Sandy Carter lived next door. "It's as hot as a day in July," said Jan, who swept locks of her luxurious auburn hair from her face and tucked them behin...
Cast of Characters [Note: Spoiler Alert - this includes updates that may ruin some plot points] Life as a New Hire By Nut Ranch and FinalStand Impossible gratitude to Nut Ranch who not only made this list - he made it thrice. Only my ineptitude had kept the first two creations from the light. As always, the subject matter is my responsibility. If you li...
*Author's note: As with the story I wrote called Revenge, this contains one violent episode, but the intent is not to be graphic. It's to show that the police can't be in all places at all times with the obvious implication that an honest, caring citizen with a gun can and often does save lives. That fact is very underreported and, imho, that's due to an obv...
Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. Flood tide: The period between the low tide and rising of the water to high tide. This tale is an espionage fantasy under assault by reality. The 'hero' of this tale might be considered a Libertarian, though the label means nothing to him. He...
This is my third Tug story. In this one, our hero and his Atlantean wife solve the mystery of Jack the Ripper; thereby, saving the world from Nazi Armageddon. Their discoveries expose the real truth behind the Whitechapel murders, along with some of the more unsavory elements of Victorian England. Along the way, they meet the legendary Victorian swashbuckler...
"Max, I'm going for a coffee want me to bring you one?" Ed Martin, aka the bondsman, asked as he walked toward the door of our small office. "No thanks Ed," I replied. "The coffee from my Mr. Coffee is fine with me. I'm not really a big fan of designer coffee. Too many years of bad coffee." I replied. "Yeah, you haven't been out long enough to develop a ta...
This is a story about a young Marine Corps pilot during the era between the Korean War and the Viet Nam War. Reading the previous parts will lead to a better understanding of the plot and the characters. * First Lieutenant Melissa McDermott sat at her desk reading a draft of the Annual Personnel Status Report for the Air Wing. There was a rap on her door....
Author's note: Perhaps this story belongs in another category but I have come to have a deep respect for the readers in Loving Wives. I began writing for them and I continue to write with them in mind. I hope you enjoy this one. Thanks to angel love for her usual great editing and comments. This is a story of a man who makes his living understanding and h...
Kelly saw the sign approaching on her right. No Exit, 15 Miles. If she didn't turn off here to look for a gas station, she would be stuck on the next stretch of Route 412 for at least that long. She glanced down at her gas gauge. The car had a quarter tank left. At highway speeds, that would surely get her to the next exit and probably some form of civiliz...
FINALLY - THE TREASURE The road to Deutschkatharinenberg literally skirts the border of Germany and the Czech Republic. We finally arrived at a likely spot to camp about three quarters of a mile past the mine itself. It was densely wooded. So, we pulled the Defender off the road and in among the primeval trees. We had camping gear that would keep us reaso...