Chapter Twelve – The Fruits of Hubris Towards the end of May, Jadranka accompanied her classmates on an expedition into the wild territories to study and identify rock deposits and land formations along the northern mountains. Some of the places she already had seen when she was a Follower. The freedom of the open country beckoned her, reminding her of the...
I hope you all like this one. I wanted to give you something slightly different with a little twist. ***** There is one thing I truly hate about my job and that is getting a late night phone call. When a call like that comes in, it means only one thing...murder. I've been a Homicide Detective for over 20 years and have seen the worse that a supposed civ...
We were on a highway driving about 70 miles north of Las Vegas on a trip to Denver to see friends. We had left Vegas around 11AM after a pretty wild night, and Sherry was still feeling crazy and horny, so at some point she slid over on the bench seat of my rented Dodge and unzipped me. I had my hand up her skirt and down her panties when the flashing light...
Chapter 21 -- A day of reckoning Prime Minister Vladim Dukov did not have much time to contemplate the fate of the Royal Family. His cell phone went off while he was still in the throne room talking to the Priestess. When he checked the number he realized it was a call from an agent working for the Danubian Secret Police. The agent reported that eight forei...
LT Justin "Tin" Ortega and Jenna "Lady" Daivs orbited a CAP station or a Carrier Air Patrol near the Selorian Border. They have been on station for an hour and Jenna bored and restless spoke into the internal comms. "You awake up there?" "Yeah, what do you need? "When are you going to make me an honest woman?" "Ay Dios, here we go again" Justin exclaime...
The name is Lucien Bardeaux. I am a young Haitian-American law enforcement professional in the state of Texas. I make my living as a Border Patrol Agent. Recently, I've had an epiphany. I ran into this brave, fiery Mexican woman as she was crossing the border with her family. They told me they were fleeing a vengeful Mexican criminal overlord whom they had w...
Chapter 8 Private Mario Frabitzy was tired and cold, he had an hour left of guard duty, then he could return to the warmth of the guard house. He saw the faint lights of the convoy descending the escarpment road. Must be more provisions for the bloody Germans he thought. He moved to the other side of barrier unbuttoning his trousers to relieve himself. In...
He'd been doing 80 in a 65 zone outside of some podunk Southern Oregon town. Jack was on the first long leg of his annual trip from Seattle to Los Angeles and he was determined to cross the California-Oregon border before calling it a night. His new Thunderbird glided down I-5 past countless truck stops and anonymous mom-and-pop eateries. When he saw lights...
"Just like the white winged dove Sings a song, sounds like she's singing Ooo, ooo, ooo" That was the song. It was blaring on the radio. Stevie Nicks, Edge of Seventeen. It went well with the roaring of the cars engine as I sped down the highway. Sped. I was doing one-thirty-five. That's miles per hour. One hundred thirty five miles per hour. I was in a hurr...
It took Gail and Howard less than two hours to load all but the Fletcher's overnight things. Betsy promised to clean the refrigerator and bathroom before they left. Gail said not to bother, and then started doing those two things for her because she knew the older woman would do them anyway. When they were finally home, Gail fell on the bed, "Oh, don't even...