Chapter 8 Barb looked back and saw that they were out of sight of the doors. "Let's go ahead and get you taken care of Mr. Jacobs. It will take them quite a while to get the shit back there cleared up. By the time they get to looking for us we may be done. X-ray is down this way." Barb then noticed that she and Ken were not alone. "Pardon me miss, may I h...
"This was a really stupid idea." Millie complained again, but only someone within three paces of her would've heard her. She kept her voice down, Paula knew, because in spite of the uncomfortable surroundings, the mosquitoes and oppressive heat that assailed them as their group sloshed their way through the swamp, the unending fog that made the days shorte...
Act 20: MILE HIGH "Hello?" The squeaky voice broke my sleep, a hand shaking my shoulder. "Hello?" "Yes, I'm awake." I pulled my head off of Kat's, eyes groggy and neck sore. "How long have we been asleep?" Kat mustered, rubbing her eyes with clenched fists. "I...I don't know." I answered, feeling refreshed. The lady standing in front of us was different...
From the Devil's Cradle Ch 1 All characters are at least eighteen years of age. * Caleb Sparks sat with his hands folded on the table, casually he rolling his right wrist forward away an inch or so from him glancing at his CASIO Rangeman wristwatch, 21:17 hours that evening. Caleb let out a small sigh, he'd been sitting here for almost eight full hours. H...
"I'm curious." Eric Crowe leaned on the door threshold of Margo Needy's bedroom. She was changing her bed sheets for the seventh time this week. With the boys sex drives her bedding was ruined nearly every day. Not that she complained but doing laundry so often was getting tiresome. Maybe she needed a maid. Naaa! Too expensive. "Curious about what?" She t...
It was the night before Halloween and I sat at my computer while my husband Mike slept in the recliner. I had been e-mailing a secret online lover of mine for over two hours. Needless to say, I was extremely aroused. I had been carrying on with this sweet man over the Internet for a few months now and I felt more in touch with him than I did with my own husb...
I thank My LadyCibelle and Techsan for their rapid editing of this story. This is a story I wrote some years ago and I found it again the other day whilst tidying up my hard drive. I thought it would make a perfect epitaph to Otterley who is no longer with us. She liked this story a lot. To Otterley When Tony first noticed the car, he had almost stopped...
A/N: Many thanks to my wonderful editor Lunarosa for her tireless help. Changes had been made from the original submission that hopefully enriched the story more. -BD Prologue The chirping sounds of the birds in the trees and the smell of the verdant forest carried on the fresh breeze. The ancient trees towered over her as she walked through the faintly...
Heather held John's hand ever-tighter as they stood quietly in the elevator looking at the floor indicators blinking their way toward the lobby. When the doors opened they strolled though the hotel's atrium and emptied out a back entrance toward the ocean. By the time their feet hit the cool sand shaded by palms at the top of the beach his fingers had turned...
Todas are an indigenous pastoral tribe inhabiting the Nilgiri Hills in Southern India. Their customs are of great interest to sociologists, and to those who study human sexual behaviour. The tribe is not becoming extinct, but the customs for which they are famous are disappearing. Have these people found the key to perfect peace and harmony, or are they prim...