The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. ~ ~§~ ~...
Dawn, a Northfield University RA, had a fun game that was lighthearted in the past but this year it may have had deadly have. It was voluntary, so only a handful of the girls accepted the challenge. It was a game of name change. First, you lost your last name altogether. Then your first name was changed to a sexually demeaning phrase. Dawn would inspect the...
This I would like to thank Francois101 for the editing. It is a tremendous help. For newcomers, this is the 7th installment of what I'm calling the Criminal Affair Series, which started with the ten-part Criminal Affair. Order of stories for continuity is as follows. Criminal Affair (ten-part series) The Sorority The Irishman at the End of the Bar A Sho...
The plane carrying Alex Morton touched down in Capitol City just after 9pm. He was on the plane only because his sister had sent him the ticket. Actually people didn't send tickets to each other, they purchased them on line. Then they mysteriously ended up at the ticket counter of the airline. After that Alex just showed his driver's license to get a boardin...
Lynn was running late. She'd overslept and had to rush to work. She arrived at her office with minutes to spare, and even though she got there on time, she was exasperated. She'd had to throw herself together and drive faster than she liked to. And even when she got to work, things didn't seem to be going right. She momentarily misplaced her office key in he...
I adjusted the dimension of the wall on the computer monitor in front of me. I glanced up at the TV screen when I heard the news anchor talking about a murder committed in nearby Ocala. The first thing I saw was a long view showing Sally, my wife, and David, my best friend, stepping from a motel door in the background. She had left work early to do some shop...
Part I: The Data Breach I padded quietly down my stairs and crossed over into the kitchen. I felt the need to be absolutely silent for some reason even though I was, as usual, totally alone. Maybe it was something about the absolute silence of the early morning, with the crisp orange light pouring in through the window, that I didn't want to disturb. Maybe...
The hauntingly beautiful towers and spires of Perfume Hill loomed over me on every side. Their midnight shadows caressed the white, paved streets like a woman's hair does her lover's naked, aching body late at night when all the world has gone to bed and only they are awake, locked in each other's arms. Lush, fragrant scents wafted over tall, graceful wall...
Prologue "Hey Sim, are you doing anything Monday night?" "Hey Gin, Monday, the 14th?" A pause. "No, nothing special. Why?" "Couple of the girls and I are having a little impromptu gathering in the green room. Be nice if you stopped by." A short pause, then: "Jason's cool with it." Jason was the Company Manager, and if he wasn't cool with it just yet, he s...
The drive from Marta's home office back to my apartment took only about half an hour. Fortunately, traffic was light. By the time I pulled into my parking space at the apartment, I was feeling surprisingly invigorated. Marta had found no plagiarism concerns in my thesis, and then in an effort to help explain both my 'gift' and the reason for Emily's aggres...