To this day I still remember when Sharon moved into the neighborhood. I was 19 about to turn 20 when I walked out my font door that unseasonably warm May morning back in '94 and saw that moving van at the house next door. Naturally I was curious who would be moving into the neighborhood, so the first question I had on my mind was if they had a daughter my ag...
I walked by the small shop every week returning from class. My eyes were always drawn to the windows, filled with delicate lace, satin, cotton and silk lingerie. Exotic looking women would frequent the shop. Men would walk by, looking out of the corner of their eyes, with a guilty almost furtive glance. As if they were doing something bad, dirty or evil....
Chapter 59 Joan's Tales – Part 4 Joan had stayed late at the university to spend some time catching up on the latest marketing trends. Hers was an interesting course and each semester there were new angles to the marketing sector that she wanted to include in her lectures. Marketing dynamics had always fascinated her, especially when it came to the visual...
Ben had been friends with James since college. They met in their freshman dorm at Syracuse, and two years later moved into an off-campus house with a few other friends, where they had some of the best times of their lives: partying, picking up girls, and doing just enough studying to maintain their GPAs. After they graduated, James got a job at a tech startu...
Sarah Bingham-Smythe was an alcoholic woman who suffered from occasional bouts of depression. Her mother had dumped her off to boarding school as a very young girl, and she had been given no love or affection all her life. It wasn't until she became involved with horses, that her life gained some meaning or purpose. The riding stable down the road needed a...
(Matt dropped off this manuscript after I’d already written up his story of “The Case of the Bound Angel”. It includes a scene with the gardener Miyoko that he hadn’t told me about before, so I present it here as Chapter 1.5 of the story for all the people who have shown such a gratifying interest in Mr. Danger’s modern techniques of scientific crime-solving...
"Huh? . . . No, it's great, Kate" I lied. Actually, the dry crap in my mouth that passed for turkey tasted more like Poodle shit that had been dried in the sun for a few days. After weeks of excuses and runarounds, I had finally been roped into going to Jim's house for the obligatory, annual Christmas get-together. Unlike everyone else, I wasn't a permanent...
**This is a continuation of the adventures of the main character from the "Quid Pro Quo" three part series.** ***** I'd been irreparably changed by the whole affair and would be a "Chubby Chaser" for the rest of my days. ...six months later I was training a new employee named Ankine Kazarian, a blonde from Armenia. She's got at least two hundred pounds o...
CHAPTER ONE He shifted from foot to foot and held a sign reading "Angie Bowman." It was nine a. m. at O'Hara International airport. Finally, passengers were pouring out of the run way, past the counter, and into the walkway. A tall gorgeous brunette wearing her hair in a pony tail and a sexy deep cut V-neck sweater, a matching knee length skirt and four inc...
*** The goddess in this was known to many people by many names. In this chapter, she prefers to be known as Astarte, while many others knew her as Ashtoreth. Same-same, and she had many other names. This story came about partly because of my humorous thought that it must have been a bitch to be someone like that and try to figure out what you were supposed...