Author's Note: This is the first is a series of stories of those fabled people that travel constantly on their jobs, the Road Warriors. Each story is unique, with different characters, locales and plots. I will consider opening this series up to other authors on request. An explanatory note: in much of the story the dialog mostly takes place in Spanish. I...
Morganna washed the last glass of the afternoon before casting a longing glance at the door. Her bar was clean, liquor cabinets were stocked full and ready for more patrons to come in and fill the place with lively stories, cigar smoke and booze until 2 AM when the place closed. She set the rag down on the wood bar and sat on a stool beside a rather large...
As always, thanks again for the kind words and thoughts. I never expected this story to go as long as it has (I've now, officially, written a "novel"... lol) but I'm loving every moment of it. Hopefully you like this one just as much as the last 15. Maybe I've got another 15 in me ;) --- The ride back to town was quite enjoyable. Watching me claim her mo...
"I have a delivery here for Dr. Harrison Jones," the man in the dark brown uniform said as he stood on the steps of the modest suburban home. "I'll take it," the tall, slim eighteen-year-old who had answered the door said. "Are you Doctor Jones? the overweight deliveryman, with the name Bob on his shirt, said with a smirk. At five eight and a hundred and...
There is very little sex in this tale and as with several of my stories I tend to dwell on the 'recovering husband' theme without having to paint the grunts and groans by numbers. The recent political season provided a bit of the flavor and maybe a bit of wistful remembrance of the way life should be, as they say Downeast. None of the people or circumstance...
Chaos began long before the arrival of the Governor's motorcade. As his limousine halted before the steps of the 33rd. Precinct it only grew more congested. As the sun dipped low on Miami the concerned citizens of the city gathered in force. Not only due to their lives being jeopardized by a mad bomber but of the repercussion of his demands. He was forcing a...
I met Jennifer during my senior year in college. I was sitting in the student union reading when she came and sat in a chair facing me and began reading a newspaper. When I looked up the newspaper was blocking my view of her above the waist but I could see the lower half of her body. I did a quick appraisal, starting at her delicate ankles and moving up her...
Kaitlin had a reputation at Cooperate Image Consultants for being a ball-buster. As an account executive it was her job to see that our advertising agency was being prudent with our clients' money and that every dollar was being spent wisely. This sometimes placed her in direct confrontation with designers and advertising executives like myself. We had to go...
Being wealthy isn't as great as it sounds. I never tried being poor, of course; when your name is the same as one of Oregon's biggest timber companies that's not really an issue. It was always understood that the family money was just that: there to be taken care of, added to, and used as needed, but not ours to waste. The only thing worse in my family than...
~~Eric~~ He stared, wide-eyed, and frozen. With Jessy behind him, sitting underneath his head, it was propped up enough he could see. His thoughts were clear enough to understand what was happening now, the wolf Beast in his guts beaten and stabbed into submission by the monstrosity now fighting Caleb. How quickly Michael had beaten him, rendered him nothin...