Mary's announcement from the window spurred Fletcher and Sorrel to walk a little faster. He wasn't in the least interested in anything Florence wanted, but Sorrel was of the opposite opinion. Whatever Florence had in mind, regardless of the older woman's intentions, could only serve to help prove her innocence. They reached the kitchen door and walked in. M...
Chapter Five A Pink Room Mary called out to the kitchen where Fletcher was reading the morning paper. It was early. "Fletcher; it's the telephone. Pearce Vasquels is on the line." Fletcher reached for the telephone and answered, "Hello?" From the other line Pearce responded, "Fletcher. Good morning. Yes, this is Pearce. How is everyone? I hope you and yo...
When Trevor came in to the Environmental Awareness Center at ten a.m. for his Wednesday volunteer shift a new receptionist was on duty. She looked to be in her mid-twenties with long auburn hair, sparkling green eyes, a rosy blemish-free complexion and a buxom chest. "Hi, I'm Trevor Bridges," he said extending his hand, "are you a new volunteer here?" Ashl...
Paul and Barbara Blake were in their late thirties, and had been married for just over eight years. Although the Blakes were usually very active and constantly on the go, today they planned on spending a quiet Saturday at home. Rising late, the young couple showered, and since the morning was almost over, they skipped breakfast. The only task they had given...
Chapter 1.....a new country, a new life..... It wasn't just that San Francisco was a new city in a foreign country, or that people spoke so quickly and in a language whose rhythm she was only just beginning to follow. It's that there was a manic energy to the city, a flow, that sometimes felt like it would knock her over, sweep her away, suck her out to sea...
CHAPTER 1 Claudette Jones was the only child of a Welsh solicitor and a French cabaret-singer-cum-goodtime girl who reformed at the time of marriage. Claudette had dark hair as a child but by the time she started high school she was a blonde and remained a blonde until she died tragically in 2005. The nature of her death at thirty would not have come as a...
Author's Note: Tim413413, as always, has my thanks. Stories write themselves, I have yet to teach them to edit themselves. ***** The kingdoms met again the next day, this time with Uri. Our dislike for each other was present in the room although it was tempered by the two kings. Uri was informed of our progress, and he had insight I did not expect. He had...
Centaur Love IX First off I want to say thank you to taco1085 for willing to accept the Herculean task of editing my hot garbage. Please everyone give him a thumbs up for taking on this task. Second, I want to thank you the readers for following my story, without you Mathew and Felicia's story would never come to light. As in all previous stories and erro...
Author's Note This story was inspired by an ad placed on a "No Strings Attached Sex"website. I contemplated dividing it into chapters, since it is quite long. I hope those who read it, enjoy it. I am indebted to BrownSugar82 and Juicy Starchild for their editing which has made my story more readable. * It was three thirty on Friday afternoon, and I was co...
Michael ... He knew reunions were supposed to be happy times. A chance to meet former classmates, friends from a bygone era (that era being the late-1970's). To catch-up on all the 'old times' (which he couldn't remember anything particularly good about them), reunite with old friends (he had none that he could clearly recall) and reminisce about the old sc...