Abigail Knox Taylor stepped from the shower and began to study her blurry-looking self in the fogged glass of the full-length mirror as she towel-dried her hair, Irish-red, just below shoulder length and now hanging in shiny, wet, ringlets. At five foot one and theoretically petite, she was an eye-turning twenty-two year old with pouty lips and a body ready...
1 - Phone Call Brian Luckhurst glared in annoyance at the ringing phone. He was doing his business plan and had told his secretary Samantha not to put any calls through to him. Angrily he lifted the receiver. 'I hope this call is bloody important' he snapped. 'It's your wife and she said it was very urgent' 'Sorry Samantha, I don't suppose you had any re...
Domino staggered to the cold brick wall, a much better place then the strewn about pile of broken crates, soggy cardboard boxes and trash bags. Her head was foggy, the world in her eyes still tilting this way and that in her blurred vision, none of which prevented her from recognizing where she was. She let her sore back touch the wall so she could lean back...
He wasn't sure why he couldn't get her out of his mind, but she was there almost constantly. As he drives across town, he thinks of her as he passes her workplace. He thinks of her as he drives near where they met...only once. It was very public and plutonic. She was charming and beautiful. He felt a little intimidated by both of these attributes. She wasn't...
Tina was in trouble! The company she worked for had just gone out of business, stranding her on a space station many light-years from home, Earth, with no way home. Being out of business, they were not going to give her her last paycheck, and the credits she currently had were frozen, since they were courtesy of her employer. She was 48 hours from being home...
This is one of those "I had a strange thing happen and I need to tell somebody" stories. But I really do need to tell someone because I just can not get it out of my head. It's not really guilt... more a fear I may be going insane. Well, that is if not being able to tell the difference between fantasy and reality classifies as insane. I mean I know what I am...
She was drinking her usual ice mocha at the local Starbucks when she noticed a guy in the corner talking on his cell phone. Her lip curled a bit. She drank him in deeply as she sucked her coffee through the straw. She noted his slightly long pure black hair that obscured her view of his eyes. He was bowing emphatically, uttering a rapid stream of apologies,...
Dear Trina, Dearest Trina whom I love above all other women and all other people I miss you. I miss you when I wake up in the morning on this boat and I miss you when I go to sleep to the sounds of my fellow Marines remembering their own loved ones. That's most of what we do, sit around and talk about the women we love. There really is no way to tell you j...
It was not a dark and stormy night, nor was I looking for anything more than idle chit chat. Logging onto an adult only internet chat site just to pass the time had never done more for me than that; been a way to pass time and speak to some very interesting people. Although it often piqued my curiosity, anyone I had ever "met" on the net soon tired of my act...
The next morning, after seeing Des and Ken off to work, I sorted out a moderately decent toga as a gift to my new friend, Kate. There was something about those two that intrigued me and made me want to get to know them better. She was a interesting lady, very similar to me in my previous sheltered existence. She was painfully shy, as I had been prior to meet...