I moved through the forest quietly, like my training had taught me. This wasn't training, this was for real. He focused on following Derek's path through the trees and undergrowth. "Stay with me and don't do anything unless I tell you," the older warrior told him through the bond. "Yes sir," I replied. I couldn't afford to screw anything up my first time o...
Chapter One A mirrored reflection of the bright neon lights that adorned the towering cement landscape twinkled in intermittent fashion across the black sheen of the limousine. He was happy to be back in New York, gazing at the splendor of Time Square. After all, where else should Justin Parker, world-renowned fashion designer, spend his twenty-seventh bir...
***** The bar was beautiful and smelled of expensive leather and premium alcohol. The booths offered some privacy unless you wanted to sit at the bar itself, then it was a wide open display of each booth and the entrance to the very private bar. Only a select few were allowed in and Thomas was most of that reason. The money he made offered him a sanctuary f...
"And that class is the way you generate the positive ions necessary for the growth of your bacteria colonies"droned Mr. Hendricks. Zeke Jordan faded in between consciousness in his Biotech class as the teacher explained the finer details of bacteria colony cultivation, but truth be told his thoughts were elsewhere. It was May 3rd the day before his eightee...
*Children must face the scrutiny of their parents* *I have many people to thank for this chapter; readers who kept in touch, Steve and Shawhollow for editing and about a half-dozen feedback artists who told me what I was doing wrong and what more I had to add to a make the story work. Thank you all.* (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and...
In the Watchtower, Power Girl practically vibrated with need. Here she'd almost gotten to see the famous Poison Ivy at work, maybe at the center of a circle-jerk with the whole Batclan or pleasuring herself with some vines, but fucking Batwoman had knocked her out and taken her inside. Once more, Karen was bored as hell; even worse now because for a moment t...
CHAPTER FIVE On Monday morning, in real life, I found myself in the middle of Casablanca. I was at the governor's press office at eight on Monday morning. They apparently would be there at nine. Fortunately, there was a Java Cava just down the street within easy "wheeling" distance so I was able to pass the time by becoming even more anxiously caffeinated....
*This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned* *My editors were eaten by dinosaurs, but were last heard cutting their way free* *Live fast, die young and leave a...No. Enjoy life and die when it is your time. Your corpse will the least of your concerns if there really is an Afterlife* *Ah...no sex...not sure how that hap...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...