Author's Note: Sorry this took so long. I know there are some people out there waiting so patiently ("Canadian Fan," I hear you), and I know how frustrating it is to be left halfway through a plotline with all this momentum and then hit a wall. There simply are not enough hours in the day. I decided halfway through to make some major changes to my intended s...
Being single again at forty something was interesting. Being divorced and fairly pretty with long blonde hair, blue eyes and a trim figure made things even more interesting. Men seemed to believe such women would be bereft of sex and thus, would be 'gagging for it' and they, attached, married or not, were just the men to help out 'the little lady.' Married w...
Nike was all of 5' 3" in shoes and nearly 107-lb when wet. She was a petite raven haired beauty that could pass for an American Indian, a Chinese woman or even a Philippine-American, since all the blood-roots ran in her ancestry. But she was borne and raised in Louisiana, and spoke Creole and French. Her English suffered a heavy Cajun accent barely understan...
This story is a continuation of my "The Performance" series in that it features my character Megan Ward. Of course, the ubiquitous Harry Stone is the narrator. I think that this story can stand on its own, but you are encouraged to read my "The Performance" series including "Private Performances" for background. This story is a work of fiction. Any resembla...
Thank you for your comments, ideas, thumbs up and down - they drive more of these stories and are very much appreciated. ========================== Emily was a stark contrast to her boyfriend, Tim. In life and at present. He had brownish hair, hers were jet black. Tim had inherited a fast metabolism that allowed him to maintain a pretty lean physique wi...
Jade laughingly departed from her friends with one last wave and a smile. The smile held strong for all of two minutes before falling from her face as soon as she gained access to her apartment. She ruefully acknowledged that it hadn't taken long for her to become a master in the art of deceit. The move to New York had been calculated, as well as the relat...
Col Xob was staring at me on the giant screen listening to what I had to say about Anna. I was relaxing on nearby ground, my legs hung around railing in front of me and slowly jiggling while I talked. The room was silently staring at me, never believing that I was this much arrogant and stupid to talk like I was talking with Admiral of the Army. But I was no...
Author's Note: This story was previously posted on another site as Above and Beyond. To avoid confusion with another story on this site of the same name, the title has been changed. ***** Prologue My name is Kyle Richter. I was born August 12, 1986 in Midland, Michigan. My dad, Dave, was a chemical engineer and middle manager at Dow Chemical headquarters....
Ron's sudden death was traumatic for MaryAnn, so much that the first couple weeks after his accident she cried herself to sleep every night. But, MaryAnn was strong, intelligent, and resilient. Once she broke the spell of being a grieving widow her recovery was rapid. Lots of things helped her break her despondency. To start with, she loved her work. She was...
"It's late. Think you should drive home?" Her question is an expression of concern...and an invitation. That's a relief. You're sitting in your car outside her apartment after a really nice dinner, a great night out and a pretty good amount to drink. You've been re-connecting, finding new things in common, laughing easily and enjoying each other's company....