A fine day, thick and hot making Miriam Hancock's face dewy with sweat. She gazed at the house. Was this the place? She checked the card in her hand. No mistake. It was an unimposing Edwardian terrace house in a street of equally unimposing houses, narrow fronted, three stories high, the windows heavily draped. She went up a set of steps to a porticoed door...
Brian Hancock ended his work day covered in sawdust and sweat. Not a great combination. Assisting his dad Bruno in taking down a pair of tall rotted cherry trees in front of a country church, he was weary and thirsty. Hunger not so much but something cold might hit the spot. Having used his last ten bucks on gas to get back and forth from the Needy estate he...
Copyright @ shuttlepilot All rights reserved, 2011 If life gives you lemons... He put his half-eaten hot dog down and called his sister-in-law's house at 8 o'clock that evening. "Hi, Karen, let me speak to Terri, please. She's not answering her phone." "Doug, she's not here right now. She left with Peter to go to the store. Her phone battery's dead, that...
Late evening after the Airport... Having slept off most of her day due to muscle relaxers Margo could only lay around weeping at the loss of her son Elliot. She knew he would come home again but this was her first ever moment of complete solitude that did not last longer than eight hours. Elliot would always return home from school each day. Now that return...
Simon Blanquette went down the stairs quietly hoping to get out of the front door before his mother could confront him, but the woman was alert and had been half-expecting a sly escapade, and he didn't make it. "Where are you going Simon?" she asked him in the hall. Technically an adult he quivered like a child in front of her and offered a soft ingratiat...
I have to apologise for how long this has taken. Unfortunately I simply don't get much time to write. To top it off, I've had several stories on the go, since developing another fetish on top of my love for tits. To top it off, Tommy's Neighbourhood hit a bit of a wall for me. I originally had a strong plan for where I wanted things to lead, but as I wrote,...
The name is Janice O'Brien. I'm a five-foot-ten, blonde-haired and green-eyed young woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a parole officer working for the city. These days, I am extremely stressed out. The men and women in the fast-growing criminal underground of Brockton have been acting dumber and crazier than usual. I swear, there must...
In the gymnasium a practise was in progress. "One, and two, and three and four," Hardwick's voice brayed above the tinny jink, jink, jink of an elderly piano. Ten students arranged in a double row of five were dancing to the beat as he called it. It was part of Hardwick's routine. Groups of them came to him daily, either for dance, deportment or gymnastics...
I've always had a crush on Cynthia. She's perfect in every way. 5'3", long, wavy, red hair, tiny waist, small perky breasts ... I could go on and on. I've only spoken to her in passing, but I'm infatuated nonetheless. I suppose now I should explain that Cynthia is the woman that lives in the building directly across from me in the April Gardens Apartment com...
Brendon was waiting impatiently in the chair like Ryan had instructed, his feet bouncing up and down, his fingers tapping impatiently on his thighs. “Are you almost done?” he whined for the third time. “In a minute!” Ryan called from the bathroom. He turned to face the mirror, checking his hair, checking the make-up, making sure every seam was in place....