Chapter 6 Getting Settled in LA I killed an hour at a friendly bar waiting for Belva to get home from work. I was sitting on her stoop when she turned the corner and saw me waiting. I received a wave that promised more than a simple hello, and quickly got to my feet and ran up to her, lifted her off her feet and half carried her up the steps and into the v...
My boss, Mr. Adams, calls me a nanny. He's pretty old school about things so I just let it go. I prefer the term, au pair, because it sounds so much more exotic and important. Mrs. Adams is probably the one who has the best grip on reality. She just calls me her "help." I started working for the Adams' to help pay my way through business college. Then about...
© Sven the Elder - Nov. 1997 A real life adventure - or maybe it was all a fantasy - you will have to make up your own mind. They say confession is good for the soul, so here, for what it's worth, is one. It covers a recent visit to one of the more civilised parts of South East Asia - and, no, it wasn't Thailand or the Philippines. Whether I am proud of w...
Chapter One - splitting the pod. I had studied hard at Exeter University and felt proud that I had managed a good degree in accountancy. I was lucky enough to get a real well paid position with a new and upcoming company who were in competition with Ann Summers. The most difficult part was learning the name of the many new products. Many of which were com...
Back in the early eighties just before I joined up with my friend Rich in his telephone services company, I had an office job at a local securities firm. It was a relatively menial job, getting files and miscellaneous paper work but it did put some spending cash in my pocket. That was the main priority at the time. Come to think of it, some things haven't ch...
It's late in the evening and I take a seat at the terrace downtown... She's wearing the classical uniform - white blouse and black skirt: "Good evening, the kitchen is already closed, and you can only order something from the bar"... She doesn't look at me, and she's clearly pissed for having such a late client... "Good evening - since it seems to be so l...
It was early afternoon when I pulled into the diner, the off time for them. A little too late for those wanting lunch and a little too early for anyone wanting an afternoon break. There was a new girl behind the counter and I gave her my order and sat down to wait. The new girl was pretty and young and bubbly, full of smiles. She was quite willing to chat w...
It all started one morning when I was running late for work. I overslept, ran out of hot water after my daughter took a much-too-long shower, and then my hairdryer died. I considered calling in sick to work, this was definitely not the way to start a Monday. But I had an important meeting with a potential client at noon. So I made the best of it, managed t...
Life for Lou Rye was purring along. He was thirty-four, still far enough off of his 40th birthday not to be thinking of being middle aged. His wife Sue was pregnant. Oh boy, such a relief. That had abruptly stopped her constant moans at being unable to get pregnant and looking at him accusingly with almost a big question mark on her forehead. The cow;...
Copyright © 2000-2008 Patrick a.k.a. LrningDom All Rights Reserved Author's Note: This story is purely fictional. It is not based on any actual events, nor is it in any way intended to recommend a course of action by anyone who might read this. Please take it simply as an entertaining fiction to enjoy. * On Tuesday evening, Kathryn looked through t...