Nick sat in a chair, acutely watching a woman strapped to a wooden chair. She was semi-slumped over, her head hanging slightly to the right while her breathing was soft and even as if she were simply asleep. But it wasn't a sleep from exhaustion but rather a drug induced slumber provided by her husband who administered it to her earlier in the restaurant. Ni...
So here is Chapter 4. I am already working on chapter 5 and its still about half way along. I hope you enjoy chapter 4 its giving some great background. I do apologize to everyone who I left waiting for this next chapter, but I am back at school and I was waiting on my editors. So the chapters may get shorter but I promise to keep posting. Enjoy and comments...
It was to be a romantic weekend that would relax and rejuvenate both of them. What they could not know at the outset was how this trip would change their lives forever. The plan was to leave the kids at the grandparents and make a quick getaway on Friday evening. Once on the road they would drive until they were tired and find a motel to crash in. The next...
Preface: Hello my friends, today is May 19, I tell you this because I just got out of the hospital again. It seems every time I start writing, another one of these mini-strokes hits me. I am tired of playing the game of home, hospital, home and hospital again. There is only one option left open to me at this point and that, I am sorry to inform you is to hav...
Educating the Capo Ch. 3 A lot of people have asked me to continue this novel so here is the next chapter. I apologise for the long break in the story but I made the mistake of starting another story, The Real Estate Connection, and falling in love with the characters and plot of that story. I felt I owed it to you folks and myself to continue this work too...
Chapter 1, Stolen Moments. One of the benefits being married to a young, female attorney making $165,000 a year at the moment with a far higher top end is you live well. You've got a nice house. New vehicles. Ethan Allen furniture. A basement entertainment room devoted to your favorite team. You generally have fine things and a comfortable life whether you...
Pt. XVIII: Safari Snatch Caitlin, Kim and Sal rode their Harleys from Dyer, Nevada, across the border and into California, heading north. They crossed back into Nevada at Topaz Lake and headed up I-395 to Reno. Right up to the casino-hotel where Thomas Peterson had been murdered they rode. Jack had reserved the other super suite for them. Peterson lost hi...
This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new versi...
Mailgirl Number Thirteen winced as she accepted another blow. The sound of the paddle connecting against the bare flesh of her behind echoed through the locker room, and carried over the murmured conversation of the other mailgirls behind her. She was standing, with her legs spread and bent at the midsection over the spanking bench, just to one side of the l...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....