Meghan guzzled a craft beer in seconds, pumping her Adam's apple as the loud pub pulsed around her. "Ahhhh," she sighed, and smacked her glass on the wooden table. She smiled. "You learn a few things growing up in Minnesota." Her audience of two was split. Charlie, Meghan's coworker, grinned. His girlfriend Marissa looked slightly sick. Meghan giggled. "W...
Author's note: I tend to write a bit slowly, due to schedule constraints and other issues, including my own slight ADD tendencies, having multiple stories started at once, and my own overwriting tendencies that creates long, overly extended chapters. I have more planned and partially written for this, but I need to finish it. In the meantime, this chapter sh...
My weapons were returned. It took us nearly two weeks to bring the wagons back. They were heavily laden, and we didn't want to wear out the horses. Pamna rode in my wagon, more often than not. She was fun to talk to, and I found myself liking her more and more. Every night but one, she joined me under the wagon. After one strenuous bout, I took out the rab...
I wish I could think clearer than I do. I wish I could see things better than I do. Sometimes, when you can see everything, you miss the things that matter most. My job? Seeing. And I see a lot. In fact, it wouldn't be an understatement to say I see everything. Everything important, anyway. I stare down the screens packed into a small room, and make sure no...
Angela sat silently as the car ate up the miles ahead. She had so many things going through her head. When did her cover get blown? How did anyone know where she was? Who was the leak in the FBI? Who was responsible for the attack on the safe house, and who were those four men that crept in and bundled away Agent Alexis Stephens and why? Did they think they...
(Author's Note: this is a Surefoot Christmas Special, taking place some months after the end of the last one, Mother's Cub, so the next one you read, My Summer on Vulcan, will take place between Mother's Cub and this one. Maybe a few others. But this one is still canon, and what is revealed here will have a sizable impact in the future. Confused? Just have s...
Chapter 1: Simmering Seven years went by like a whirlwind it seems; and here we are with a beautiful home and in our thirties with a beautiful young daughter who just started kindergarten. Our positions and good standing with the higher-ups at the local branch of the company Victoria and I work for have allowed her to work part time as a consultant and work...
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the movies or characters from the "Cabin Fever" franchise. All "Cabin Fever" movies and their characters belong to their respective owners. I don't make any money from the writing of this story. Comments/Kudos are appreciated. *** Even hours after the fact, Paul was astonished that a woman carrying around so much ballast had...
- present day -[date=2006] It was early morning dark when I was awaken by the pressure from my bladder. Still confused by the mucked up dream I'd been having and tangled in the topsheet and blanket I struggled my way off the bed and scuffed my feet into a pair of slippers. I could hear my wife Megan grumbling incoherently from the other side of the bed. The...
I woke up the next morning, lying on my stomach, still nude, the sheet covering me to the tops of my thighs. My ass still felt tender, from the spanking given to me the day before. I listened to the shower, realizing that Rob was in it and I was alone in bed. As I heard the shower shut off I rolled slightly to my left side, so that my right tit was more exp...