The ride home was hell that day – just like the day itself had been. Summers were always hot and humid and this one had been no exception. In fact, it had barely begun. The setting sun had been in my eyes most of my drive, and I was getting the edgy feeling of a headache coming on. When I got home, I was "in a mood," as you used to say – the kind where I wan...
Mandi and I settled into life in Germany well, getting out and about on our own, visiting a gasthaus or two, taking weekend drives to see what was in the area. We also settled into an activity with my battalion, a mixed doubles bowling league. The battalion Sergeant Major was a big bowler, and there was an excellent bowling facility on our kaserne, with mod...
I had met Mike a few months earlier at a party (perhaps more in another story later). Mike was about three years older than me, about 24 at this time. He and two friends were heading to a country concert at a big amphitheater venue a few hours from where we lived. He asked me if I wanted to join them and I happily accepted. I was excited to see the acts and...
It's the weekend and you had just finished work and were going back to your work donga when you heard a familiar voice. "Giday stranger", you turn around and say "Hi" to Hayley. It's been two weeks since you have seen her. She came out with you when you got busted by that trucker. You remember, the one who saw Harley eating you out. Then he found you at the...
I was at home having a lazy Saturday afternoon. My garden was in good shape, my housework done, and I didn't have to consider anyone's feelings but my own. My own said a beer, some chips, a big-ass armchair, and a large TV screen to watch the game was the order of the day. So there I was, just settling down, when the door-bell rang. It's always the way isn...
Authors note: Estrella War is an actual gathering of the Society for Creative Anachronism (SCA). It happens every year over Valentine's Day weekend at Estrella Mountain Park, just outside of Phoenix, Arizona. On the average, eight to ten thousand people come from all over the world to fight in this war. We put on armor, take up weapons and step onto a prepar...
Here is chapter 3, chapter 4 is in the works. Warning, the flashback may be disturbing for some viewers, as will some of the other trauma discussed. * "I seek an audience with the tsarzan, my carzan Gobin was attacked by a massive empathic and psychic blast from our new ama. She was asleep, and one of her dreams caused her to send out the blast. He almos...
I was alone this summer Saturday morning. My wife was out shopping with a friend while I caught up on some work cleaning out the store room in the garage. It was a very useful place to store crap, but all too handy and I finally realized I could hardly get into it let alone find what I needed like my golf clubs or softball gear. The space needed an overhaul...
Its interesting when fantasy and reality come together. It doesn't happen often, but when it does it's incredible. This happened just outside of New York, and it was one of the most fantastic nights of my life. I was in New York on business. I'm a computer contractor, and I was up there installing a new system. We had finished work for the day, and three me...
STOP! There is no sex in this story. Please go elsewhere. Sorry Thanks to the Hip and Knee doctor for editing assistance. Flathead--- From 1920 through 1969, Flathead Indians and Harleys were a major force in American motorcycling. Up until I met Candy, there were only two things in my life of any value: the 1946 Flathead that my father gave me, and the 1...