Prologue: A lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left the entire collection and the business built around them to the only remaining relative, a niece on a career path of her own. Vikki has taken on the task of administering the estate and liquidating the business and collection. However, she has come to find out that man...
Jill stared at him. Frozen to the spot, her heart pounded out a Texas two-step that would tire even the most experienced dancer. She must have heard him wrong, she thought in surprise. "What, Commander?" Her voice sounded needy and unsure even to her own ears and she cursed herself for it. Daniel walked across the yard, carrying his daughter. He stopped bar...
I would like to thank mostera1 for all his help. He always makes my stories better. "Honey, do you trust me; I mean really trust me?" Now there's a question for you; how the hell do you answer that? If you say yes, you really trust her you know damn well you're not going to like the next thing that comes out of her mouth; but, if you say no, you don't trus...
Tom told me a day ago that he would be out of town for a two-day meeting. He would leave tomorrow, and if things went to schedule he could fly out Friday morning or early afternoon and be home by dinner Friday. He traveled a lot in his job as an engineer but usually only short trips like this. I didn't mind as it gave me some time away from him. It's not th...
"But honey, trust me. It's going to be so fun, so sexy, I know you're going to love it. Do this one thing for me just because you love me. You do love me, right?" There it was. The "if you love me you'll_________" trap. Fill in that blank as you see fit. Do the ridiculous honey-do list on what should be a restful Saturday afternoon. Learn to waltz. Spend th...
Note to the readers: Thank you so much for the feedback! I'm embarrassed to say it made me start taking this work more seriously, which may have inversely impacted the quality of the last chapter. Let's try to get back to the fun stuff! ***** The wedding was easy. Noth wore a dress she loved - antique cream silk embroidered with platinum thread that caug...
"Molly, it happened! Bobby proposed to me last night." "Wow, that's great. What did he say?" '"He loves me. Wants to marry me. I am his dream girl!" "He's really handsome. A great catch! I'm real happy for you. Now you need to find another Bobby for me!" "You will, Molly, when you decide to settle down. Say, let's get together and start making some plans...
Note from Jake Rivers: DG Hear, MistressLynn and myself are doing a mini writing invitational. We are each picking one song from Ray Price and using it as the basis for a story. I've picked "City Lights," DG Hear, "For the Good Times," and MistressLynn (aka MissLynn), "That's All That Matters." I will also be doing "A Girl in the Night." We hope you enjoy t...
Like other readers on this site, I have heard many arguments why one shouldn't harbour a grudge after being wronged. These arguments seem to centre around some people's perceptions that revenge harms all parties and achieves nothing positive. Please accept this as my counter-argument. Warning, there is no reconciliation in this story. If you like that sort o...
Superman tapped gently at the glass of Lois's window, his super-hard fingernail producing a sound not unlike the cliché pebble thrown by a teenage paramour. Perhaps Lois thought that was what it was, until she remembered her apartment was thirty stories up. With the realization—fast as it was—Lois rushed out of her bedroom, robe tied over the T-shirt and pan...