With the rising of the sun also came a dense morning fog, so visibility was not much better than before. The men arrived at a waterline of an inland shore. "You think these patterns in the sand might be the tracks Dong leaves behind?" Karl asked. "Shh. You hear that?" Jack interrupted. The sound of splashing came from off in the distance. "He's just ahead o...
Please give me the support of your vote. * Ginny takes Jerry home to Boston Suddenly lost in thinking about Boston in the way that Jerry was obviously lost in living in Detroit, Ginny's mind was filled with tall buildings, historic sights, and meeting lots of new people. "Maybe there's more opportunity in Boston for a woman like me, a real hard worker, t...
Late spring 1994 -- Cobain was dead, Clinton was president, and Becky's ritzy New England college was still a few years away from installing computers in all the dorm rooms. That last point was rather frustrating to Becky when the library closed down that Saturday evening in May and she had to return to her room, for she was in the mood for some fun. Private...
My parents did a damn fine job brainwashing me. Seriously. A lot of people say that but I actually mean it. With every fiber of my being. My name is Amanda Joseph Saint-Cyr. I was born and raised in the City of Calgary, Province of Alberta. My father Luc Saint-Cyr is French Canadian and my mother Bella Joseph is of Haitian descent, having moved to the Provin...
~Little note from Rixie and Crab~ Hey, hey, hey! Rixie came to me and said: Crab, can you write about me? I replied: Of course, it'll cost you an arm and a leg! The price was settled at two compliments! Give feedback please, I am getting my more erotic pieces ready! ~End of little note~ I :Mental Memo They say that gems hide in treasure chests defended i...
The name is Stephen Channing. At first glance, I seem like your everyday average guy. I stand six feet two inches tall, lean, with dark brown skin and pale amber eyes. A proud son of Mother Africa and the British Fatherland, that's me. My father Luther Channing was an Englishman, my mother Edwina Franklin was African-American. They met in Boston during the s...
The alley was quiet, a thin wisp of vapor rising from the sewers and a watchful tomcat bearing witness to Monikka's arrival. She paid the cab driver, walked over to the hidden pad and typed in the sequence that Control had given her earlier in the day. The electronic gate slid open and she stepped through, her footsteps echoing as she walked down the long ha...
Michelle's shout brought every head in the room turning and in two seconds, I was engulfed in a sea of arms embracing me. First Michelle, then Jack, Thea, Hal and Sharon gave me hugs and commented on my weight loss. During the break, I had managed to lose 10 pounds and had to work triple hard to keep it off while developing new recipes for the production. Pe...
The knock on the door wakes them from their slumber. Just in time too. John gets up and Diane tells him that maybe he should put something on before he answers the door. Sheepishly, he agrees and grabs one of the terry cloth robes provided by the hotel. As he opens the door, a beautiful woman walks in with a tray full of food. Lobster tails, crab legs, hoer...
Muemen opened his eyes and lay enjoying the familiar and constant roll of the sea. The hazy gray light of early dawn seeped into his dark cabin through the cracks and edges of the door and thin brown curtains of the lone, paneless window. He rolled from his hammock and stretched his stiff muscles, scrounged through his bare pantry for a quick breakfast of bl...