*** -- CHAPTER 7: Dream Girl -- *** SPRING QUARTER, JUNIOR YEAR (April 2001) "Have a good time?" Kevin looked up from his spot at the dining table with a funny smirk on his face. Jen immediately reached over and slapped his arm. "That was rude." "Dude, it's not MY fault they were screaming so loud the entire block could hear them," Kevin retorted and r...
This is the story of Claudia, related to the author in a videotape the author made of Claudia. It is not an exact dialogue or transcription; to make the stories flow, and adding details added over time, the text is an extrapolation of Claudia's exact dialogue. The tape was made on February 14, 2005, which you correctly will identify as Valentine's Day. It ha...
Introduction: This is a work of fiction, but it is rooted in some fact. I've been reading Loving Wives stories for several months; most involve infidelity. In some cases the author finds the causes for the fidelity are rooted in some mental issue. I did some research, and found some interesting takes on this theme. This is a story that covers just two days...
A brief introduction: Here's another loving wives story. Let's begin with the usual admonitions. First, don't obsess if there's something that sounds mildly political; it's just there to help the story. And again a reminder: if you're in a hurry you should go someplace else. I always take the long way home. ***** Prologue: Devon Buchanan looked out acr...
I look up from my book, startled by the clomping of boots on the porch of the hideaway to which I was brought last night to fulfill a promise. Situated on a dirt road, miles from the main highway that snakes through this range of the Appalachian Mountains, so remote are we that the electrical grid barely stretches here and cable TV and cell phone service are...
Copyright 2018, PostScriptor — Saturday Afternoon about 3:00 PM, Ragged Point, California "Robert. Come here and look at this." "Margret," spoken in a weary voice, accustomed to spousal demands, answered. "I've just sat down on this very comfortable bench after wandering for hours along this fantastic trail with its spectacular views of the Pacific Ocean,...
Author's Note: Hi ya'll. Sorry for the long time between updates but life has just been getting in the way. I've worked on this piece night after night for weeks, many times falling asleep with my laptop in my lap. Anyways, here it is. And it's a long one. And, as Thane will tell you, there are lots of problems to be solved. Thanks for reading! * She w...
July, 2017—Republic, Missouri "Come on, baby. This is our shot! I got a job up here in the oil fields, and I'm makin' big money." "Billy, I have a job down here. I job I love teaching school. This year I got my request approved and I'm teaching 2nd grade. You know I've always wanted that." "But this time it's gonna be so good for us, baby! Do you know how...
First and foremost, I would like to thank to my volunteer editor, Dan (ttrfanatic). Your insight, suggestions and amazing proof reading abilities were appreciated beyond any words. I can't thank you enough for the time and effort you put into helping me. Authors Note: My readers should know that this first story develops slowly, so if you are seeking a sto...
This is the original ending to my story "Living Dolls." As I prepared to post it, I realized that the end of Chapter Seven, with Jason and Karen sitting on the steps awaiting the return of Jason's parents, was the best place to end the story. Nevertheless, there are more chapters. They have none of the humanity of the first story, but I wrote 'em, and I'll b...