This is the second book of my Apocalypse series. Its prequel is The Arrangement (found in Novels & Novellas). While this story can be read on its own, I believe the reader will have deeper understanding and appreciation from having read that one first. *** "Damn it, Brent. I can't just drop everything and jump on a plane halfway across the world, because...
Silk wanted to know about Michael's experience as a slave so as they lay in bed later that night, he told her everything. It began on my eighteenth birthday; he began as she lay on his chest. My parents had made me stay at school for the holidays and I was really depressed. Christmas is no fun by yourself, but when you throw a Christmas Eve birthday into th...
The idea from this story came from tapeworm, and it was heavily outlined by demos. I owe nearly everything here to them. -- Parker Marson spent every day after school in the basketball locker room. At Toriville High School, basketball was the most important sport. The games were always packed, the pep rallies were wild, and the basketball players were the...
While I parked the car Patricia went into the house. Moments later I followed and she met me in the kitchen with a grocery list. When I looked at her she said "Steve I would appreciate it if you would run up to the store for me." I looked at her a little shocked but agreed. It seemed to be a strange request to me considering what we had just been through bu...
It was a hot summer day in Phoenix the temperature was 102 degrees and I was working at my convenience store selling mostly cold drinks and lottery tickets. The best part about summer in Arizona is that the women wear next to nothing to try and stay cool and a bikini top is perfectly acceptable attire everywhere in town. As the manager of a convenience stor...
Hi. My name is Radha. I am a twenty year old Indian girl with brown skin, dark eyes, and black hair. I am a freshman in a Bangalore all girls college. I grew up in Hebbal, which is Northern most part of Bangalore. We have a large lake, which is very creatively called Hebbal Lake. Many people come for bird watching. One of my strongest childhood memories happ...
This story is about Jenny, a married mother of two, who is just starting work at a boys private school, as a full time nurse. The school has day pupils and boarders who live in during term time. The job was ideal for her as a working mother, allowing her to look after her own children in school holidays. It was the beginning of term at St Athelstan's and Je...
Jeff Walton checked his cell phone to see who was calling. Normally, he did not accept personal calls while working, but when Jeff saw his daughter's cell number, he decided to answer. It was after three and Rachel would be out of school and could have a problem. "Hello, Pumpkin! What can I do for my little girl today?" asked Jeff with a smile. Rachel knew...
Amber watched as Teri and Abby walked off together. How completely childish, she thought to herself, pondering the exchange. "It's a club sorry Ams and we're not in charge so we can't bring you in," Abby had said. "What sort of club?" she'd asked. "We're not allowed to say," Teri had told her. At least they had looked genuinely apologetic about it as the...
It was mid-1950s America. It was Mrs Reilly's house- one of the finest in Brewer, Minnesota- on a sunny afternoon. Under the chandelier, below the big oil canvas of naughty Cupid being spanked by Venus, in front of an audience of well-attired ladies smoking cigarettes and shrouded in their perfumes, and schoolgirls excited to be witness, the drama was now re...