This is the third of a four part story involving two confused sisters and an equally confused young man. ++++++++++ Sunday, December 23rd 2012 Since the day Marty and I made our final split, the day I watched as she drove back toward Hagerstown with Virna her sister in her car following I'd been working to put my life back in order. The fall semester was...
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...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes, I need an Editor; no I do not want an Editor. Yes, there's too many people to keep track of. Yes, it jumps around too much. Yes it's too long. Yes it's too short. Yes it's in the wrong category. Yes, this is stupid shit, confusing shit....
Chapter 29 Picking up where I left off... I enrolled at the University of Cincinnati, and walked on to the football team, made it, and became the fourth string quarterback. I was second string before graduating, but nothing ever came of what might have been a noteworthy career. I left baseball behind for good. While not a really well-known school, the U...
"USS Surefoot-A, Counselor Kami Hrelle's Personal Log, Stardate 47415.82: ESEK, WHERE THE [UNTRANSLATABLE] ARE YOU?" "T'Varik! I-" Kami had stormed into the Ready Room as forcefully as she could with her pregnant belly, unannounced, ready to lash out at her friend and First Officer – when she stopped and saw they were not alone. "Captain Pnarun?" The r...
Copyright Oggbashan October 2017 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. ************************************************* Clang! Clang...
Part 3: I Just Want Answers (or Neighbor Watching Neighbors) Monica Avery is a voyeur. She is a respectable, looks 65 but is really 52, skinny, gray hair sprinkled with some remaining black, horn-rimmed-glasses wearing, pension drawing, married voyeur! Monica's penchant for voyeurism goes back to a day in high school when she came home early from school bec...
They are pretty, they are not, they are plain, mysterious, tall, short, slender and not so slender, but without exception, they know they are a Wallflower. There is no sex in this story. It is a little longer than my usual stories, but you will enjoy it. Every community has one, larger communities may have several, but if you look closely, you will find th...
This story is part of an ongoing series. 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...
My mother had finally decided to come west and live close to my married sister and me. Everyone she knew and liked had moved away from her neighborhood. Shootings and invasions went from zero to twice a year and now to almost every week. When the neighbors across her street were beaten and robbed she decided it was time to go. I flew in and rented a truck...