Snow White laid still, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, breath coming deep and even. She was aware—somewhat—of the outside world. Sometimes she could open her eyes a crack, though she saw little but the forest around her, the glass of her coffin reflecting back her appearance of hair black as ebony, lips red as the rose, skin white as snow. Perhaps she w...
Chapter 1 John had dropped me off at the hotel and was probably pulling up in front of Haley's house at this very moment, I calculated. My hotel room overlooked the bay. Not bad for reserving the room through one of those internet discount sites, I thought. Usually, my rooms overlooked the hotel's central heat and air tangle of ducts. And the parking lot....
*Once again, my stories can be read on there own. However, for those that care, the order is Stacey the Temptress, Lover, Mistress, Sinner. These last three stories conclude Danny and Stacey's amazing tale. Let me know what you think!* After 3 incredible experiences with Stacey, Danny became very creative in finding new ways to see her. He was head over hee...
Dan had a trial in the morning. He had to figure out how to defend some stupid kid who broke into an old woman’s apartment and then got conked over the head with a frying pan. But it might as well have been him on trial, sitting in that chair next to the judge, trying to explain to his wife and three sons how he violated the same rules he had imposed on them...
I suppose everyone remembers their first time. They remember it because it was awkward and embarrassing and disappointing, or in the case of the girl—painful as well. After all of these years, I remember my first time with a continue sense of disbelief. It was hard to believe at the time—and it is hard to believe still. I think the reason that I stayed in a...
Now an old man I was sitting in a railway carriage opposite two women dressed as nuns, one mature, the other quite young, My mind went back 60 years. At that time I was a member of what is now referred to as Special Forces but in my time as Special Operations. I was parachuted into France in early April of 1944 to prepare for the forthcoming landing later i...
***** A great many people have undertaken to portray Agatha Christie's Belgian detective, Hercule Poirot, but in my opinion, none has done it as well as David Suchet, star of ITW productions of Poirot. It is his image that I use as my visual and those of Hugh Fraser (Captain Hastings), Pauline Moran (Miss Lemon) and Philip Jackson (Chief Inspector Japp). EN...
"This works for me." She forced a smile as she wriggled her hips back into her jeans before leaning down to tug on her boots. "Do you think your friend has anymore of the stuff you slipped in my drink?" she asked pointedly. "I like the way they make me feel." She lied, having another purpose for the pills. "You knew?" he asked with a slight stammer, feeling...
Alice Daniels sat at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee and looking out the window at the back yard swimming pool. What she really needed, she thought, was a good stiff drink, but stiff drinks were the cause of her problems. As she sipped her coffee she asked herself just how in the hell did she allow herself to get in such a predicament. It just was...
She found the ad in the Sunday real estate supplement: Maine coastal cottage, suitable for one, simple, comfortable, affordable. After several e-mails with the owner, she had booked two weeks in July. The rent truly had been affordable, and she was dying to get away. Kate was braving through her second divorce. It wasn't bad enough that her first husband Jo...