My first story so be gentle (but honest) with me. * It was hot as hell, the hottest summer on record and here was me stuck in the queue at the bank. On top of that the air conditioning in the bank hadn't been able to cope had packed up. Just great. If it wasn't for the fact this was my last chance to get to my deposit box I would have come back for another...
I. Expecting the power to go off at any time, now, I'd finished the last of the document scanning to DVD. All the 'special' packages had been sent to California. The doorbell took me by surprise: as the town's new-minted pariah, the last thing I expected was a visitor. I got up from the table I was using for a desk, down the hallway, crossed over the spot...
Steve Clarke battled against a biting wind that whipped sand into his face as he took his usual walk on the beach in Montauk. His shoulder length brown hair waved wildly in the stiff gale. The gunmetal sea crashed against the shore. The detritus from the past few months littered the beach- broken children's toys, glass bottles, a bucket of sand. Steve saw a...
Kate learned a very important lesson that morning. Some men just couldn't be handled. Before meeting Rafe and Jerome she'd always found a way. Some men could be handled by fancy talking, some with a gun. Some she could handle with sex appeal, if she tried hard enough, some with money. But damn her, Isabella chose to consort with immovable, arrogant, pushy me...
The next day was leaving day – in the morning for the clients and the afternoon for most of the staff. April had made her check in call as the second thing she did after she woke up, eager to pass on the news of what she'd learned and what she'd found. Before making it, she pulled out the android tablet and pushed in the memory stick she'd taken the night b...
Chapter 21 "I Needa To Opena My Box." Mrs. Enunzio came in the every Monday morning at 9am and Michael dreaded her weekly visit. "I needa to opena my box," she said in the same words with the same monotonic inflection. Never did she say please or thank you. He had nightmares of her suddenly appearing behind him in the shower, in bed, when he was getting dr...
Chapter 13 -- "Out of the Frying Pan, ... " I can literally hear my stomach churning and my teeth grinding, both at the same time. I breathe deeply, quietly, and remain impassive, while I assess the situation: We are on the verge of stealing at least $1,500,000.00, the three of us. All we have to do is to stay out of sight, out of mind, and out of trouble....
Continuing the theme of trying something new, this is a completely different idea and approach to that of 'Vegas', but one that has fascinated me for some time. And in writing this, I have taken on board feedback on my first posting, which suggested a tinge of disappointment with the balance between poker and erotica... there is none of the former and the fo...
"We're here tonight to honor my friend and partner Ben Mitchell as Banker of the Year," Perry Bergen intoned from the dais to applause from the audience in the ballroom of the Palace Hotel. Sitting at the head table just to the right of the podium, Ben tried to look simultaneously humble and gratified. The truth was that he'd rather be almost anywhere else...
David's story The peaceful afternoon of doing errands together with my wife Jenny was shattered by the sound of gunfire and broken glass. Four masked gunmen entered the small neighborhood bank where we had come to deposit our small business' daily receipts. One or both of us came to this bank everyday and nothing like this had ever happened before. My fir...