This is a long chapter because lots of things happened! The morning came and I was up with the dawn. I really can't say why except that maybe I was ready to seize the day. I put up coffee and took Santo out. He was pretty frisky on this dreary morning. Rain seemed to be coming in from the south and the clouds looked black and ominous. Fortunately, they were...
"Remove your pantalettes and lay back on the bed," he instructed, my horror rising. "And when you have done so, part your thighs so that I may be certain of your virtue." Had not the clergyman been waiting downstairs, I would have escaped once more to the wharf and fled, posthaste, back to my beloved New England. But there I was, and there I would stay. Sha...
I: Fish Stories "My grandmother told me stories about Men," Aurora said. "She said they're the rarest creatures in the entire world." It was late, and the bar was crowded, and Aurora's small voice barely carried over the din. Everywhere you turned here there were more women; sailors mostly, and soldiers and sellers and thieves, and of course the serving gi...
Ryan stood on his pedals, pumped up the hill taking in great gulps of air. He planned to stop at the top and let the breeze evaporate the sweat off of him, but the siren song of a half mile coast to the bottom lured him. The cool breeze pulled sweat from his skin and clothing as he gathered speed on the long downhill. He applied the rear break when the speed...
Y'all gotta know tha' feelin' when ya're expectin' to see someone special, who ya 'avent seen for years? I bet most of ya do, an' I gotta tell ya, tha's the bigges' thrill in tha World... Eh, but look at me... I keep forgetin' y'all probably ain't fullowin' wha' I'm sayin'. Sumtimes i's a helluva hard to understan' if ya ain't local or at leas' used to it....
Neighbors Day 97 Jenny Blitzen hated this part of the day, and couldn't really see what the value of her Empress chair was. Second Wife or Second Mother, seemed like a good idea at the time, but what it really meant was Lynn's personal torture slave. Sure it was true Jenny had less work to do, and now that she had taught all three of the girls how to sew...
This is my third Tug story. In this one, our hero and his Atlantean wife solve the mystery of Jack the Ripper; thereby, saving the world from Nazi Armageddon. Their discoveries expose the real truth behind the Whitechapel murders, along with some of the more unsavory elements of Victorian England. Along the way, they meet the legendary Victorian swashbuckler...
Early Tuesday evening, the setting sun shines though the window. Mike stares at the computer screen. A web page for a dating site lists several women and he reads the description for each, none of them his 'dream woman', none are missing a leg. Either leg would be fine, somewhere above the knee, maybe both. Donna had been like that, one leg, after a car wre...
Generally, I think these kinds of disclaimers are silly. But this is my thirty-first story here, and I know the rules, so for my more squeamish readers: there are underaged people in this story (I mean, it takes place in a high school), but none of them have any sex. So cool your jets and read on! * * * The fuss rose just as I was really getting into it wi...
"Oh, freedom land, Can you let this go, Down to the streets where the numbers grow, Respect Mother Earth and her giving ways, Or trade away our children's days, Or trade away our children's days. Respect Mother Earth and her giving ways, Or trade away our children's days." Yosemite. Say the words "breathtaking", "spectacular", "cosmic", or any descrip...