Pammy squares her shoulders as she opens the door to the bar. Stepping over the threshold, she squints in the smoky room, trying to find her bright-headed friend, Janet. It's packed. She glances at her watch, noting the time. She's early, a curse of hers. As she makes her way to the bar, through mounds of people reluctantly giving way, she spies a table for...
A Second Chance : Does Our Past Really Matter? There is very little sex in this story. Thanks to 'Techsan' for editing my story. * There I was at the dinner table with my new girlfriend sitting next to me. She had come over to meet some of my family for the first time. She had met mom and dad many times. They love her almost as much as I do. I think they...
Tanglefoot, Texas, 1876 "Storm's a comin,' U, better fetch dem damn chairs off the porch,'" Skallywag Crothers said from behind the bar, as he poured the last rounds for the evening. "U?!'" Skallywag repeated, noticing his call went unanswered, and he could see the saloon's proprietor was sound asleep in one of the booths. U had gotten into a fight with...
Sorry for the long delay between Chapters 3 and 4. I wanted to do some additional editing but with the holidays I wasn't able to get to it. I appreciate the constructive criticism. This is the final chapter but it opens up future possibilities for my characters. And yes, I have a smoking fetish and it continues with the final chapter. If that upsets you, don...
A nondescript buzz intruded harshly into the almost complete silence of the small bedroom of the equally nondescript semi-detached house that Simon Bagnall had converted into his 'office', although it might better have been described as his 'playroom', since it was the place to which he often retreated from his busy daily life to indulge himself in one of th...
Nigel Hewitt eased the gear down into third as the car approached the road that passed by the nightclub. The Vauxhall Zafira's powerful headlights cut through the night air in a searching beam illuminating the dark stretch of road ahead. It was the third time Nigel had driven down the road that night but not the last time. This was his happy hunting ground a...
This story is seven chapters. I am posting two chapters at a time till all are posted. You may want to read the first and second chapter before this one. Thank you to Linda62953 for taking the time to edit my story. Chapter 3 I finally arrived home and my mom was waiting for me. She helped me bring in all of my and Alecia's things. She had my old bedroom...
Author's Note: Dear readers, welcome back! I'm so looking forward to this story. It's got my imagination running wild and I hope that you enjoy this tale as much as I am loving writing it. I need to set the tone a bit. Domino's story took over a year, and during that tale, you were given a teeny tiny snippet of information. SOMETHING was happening at Vorhe...
Chapter 11 Adrianna: Me, Regarding Me, Again I was too angry to drive. And if I wanted to be honest, too pleasantly pleased to drive. I decided to call Angela. She didn't answer her phone. I realized it was probably too noisy to hear it ring. I texted her, telling her to call me. When she did I told her to get her butt out to my car. "Angela, what the he...
The trip from Sydney to LA is a long one. Even riding up front with the better seats, after six or seven hours--about half way--I started thinking about a ordering a wheelchair to take me through the terminal after we arrived. When you added the time spent standing in line and riding the connection to my home, I usually got to my front door beat, interested...