Chapter 1 – Jungle Secrets The Guide glanced back to see the progress his clients were making. He knew that white people always found it exhausting when they took the trip through the thick, humid African rainforests. Most of them wanted to be taken to the witch-doctor. For what reason, he could not tell - all the locals knew of the wickedness of the shaman...
I hadn't seen Sasha in close to six months so I was surprised to receive a text from her asking to get together at a local bar after work one night in February. I was purposely twenty minutes late because a) she is notoriously late and b) I wanted to walk in and see her waiting for me. She did not disappoint. She looked absolutely incredible seated on a bar...
by BrettJ © 2012 Tom Porter watched as Carla Bennett closed out another sale. Most of the time, if Carla focused her attention on a client, she made the sale. This was her second today. She was always friendly and engaging and had built up a bond with several of the customers at Porter Chrysler. She had more repeat business than any salesperson working ther...
My apologies to Troubador. I wrote this story several years ago before I read his similar story. His is much better than mine, so please read it. ***** "How far is Sally going to take this", Bill thought to himself as he watched the TV in his bedroom. He pulled again at the handcuffs and leg restraints that kept him spread-eagled on his bed. The door to t...
"No man but a blockhead ever wrote, except for money." Samuel Johnson (1709-1784) Once again I find myself in the position of being a mere scribe, presenting a story which I purchased with three very expensive drinks at an airport bar. I never met the protagonist before nor do I know his real name. There was something in his eye that said not to ask too m...
Megan Wells was used to the stares. Sometimes she ignored them, sometimes she acknowledged them. Other days-like this one-she would tease the man without giving him the satisfaction of knowing that she knew. It was part of her makeup, as an attorney, to always be in control. She let the short, brown hair on the side of her head facing the man conceal her ey...
1983 Bangor Maine It was hardly the place for a woman, Amy deduced as she slowly walked across the garage floor of John Carrey's trucking company. Several big rigs sat in the bays in various levels of disassembly. Some had mechanics toiling on their engines, while others had mechanics lying on their backs turning wrenches underneath the drive lines and rear...
I got off the airplane at Reno, made the long trip up the concourse, down the escalators, then walked to the baggage claim area. Darin, my driver was waiting as usual. He knows me so he doesn't bother to stand there holding the silly little signs most of them do. "Did you have a good trip, Dan?" he asked me, holding out his hand. "Yes, it was normal, nice...
"Damn it! Now you are not cutting that tree down!" I yelled from my porch for the fourth time. There was a woman and two men about to cut the tree down that stood on the right side of our yard. One of the men, the taller one, had had enough of my mouth and tore off his goggles and angrily came towards me. I walked down the porch steps to meet him, to show hi...
Chapter 1 Hell on earth is a crowded subway train at 6:00 a.m. in the morning, Adele thought, looking at the bent heads and blank faces of her fellow straphangers. She rode the number two train downtown to 23rd Street, where she played executive assistant to her psychotic boss: Mindy Corentini. Mindy was a trust fund baby. The only child of Apollo Corenti...