I know I haven't published anything in a while. I got stuck rewriting chapter 4 of My Blue Pill and starting chapter 2 of Thom Thom and Not Letting Go. Instead I started a few new stories. But life happens and the weather gets nicer, so writing hasn't been as big of a priority lately. With that said, here's a new story I hope you like. I'm putting this und...
Hearing the front door open. My eyes slowly opened as I woke up and tried to remember where I was. Turning over onto my back, it dawn on me that I was still in the hotel room. Buzz was still asleep. Glancing over at the clock, it read seven thirty. I instantly was reminded of the night before with the soreness of my ass. "Wake up you sleepy heads!"...
Thanks to my dear friend blackrandl1958 for giving me the basis for this story, her advice, input and, of course, her editing. Thanks toTodd172 and Crkcppr for beta reading. * I was in the mood for some fishing, so I loaded my gear in my truck and left Austin bound for Round Rock. There was a small river with some decent fishing. I had been there before a...
{This rambles, most of what I write does. Can't help it, I am 71 now, which means I get to if I want to.} +++ Hell, I wasn't early, I was right on time. It was a Wednesday, just another long day at work ended, so I went home. My name is Tom, the wife, June. Nothing special about either of us, she is a dishwater blond, packs about 10 stubborn pounds that s...
CHAPTER 1 Radio talkback host James Froggatt ran the 1:00 am to 5:00 am 'Sleepless in Orion Show' transmitted by an obscure radio station in Indiana, well north of Indianapolis. After finishing that shift on this day he understandably yawned his way through the early morning emergency meeting called by station manager Doug Hart. Personnel were asked to take...
Ted Davis I recently had the opportunity to read Sandy's account of our life together as well as the brief summary of her and my life following our marriage. I think it's appropriate for me to share a different perspective on those events, and what they really meant to all of us left behind so to speak. Sandy's recollection of how we met and married was...
Author's Note: Hello readers. Before you read this story, I wanted to take a moment to explain a couple of things about it. First off, this is by far my longest story to date. It is also a story that requires a bigger suspension of disbelief than some of my other The Office stories. Let's just say that this story is not based on a specific episode and ha...
Authors note: This is the first of a series of stories based on events during the 1970's. Though these stories can not be properly called historical, nor can they be called fiction. Rather they are distilled memories of my life and the life of friends and family during those heady days between the sexual revolution and the backlash of the 80's. So they fall...
"I have to go to Vancouver next week," I announced to Anne as coyly as I could while she sat pedaling her stationary bike and working up a sweat. It must have been the grin on my face that told the whole story because she immediately said without so much as a hint of a smile: "Go without me and you're dead. And I mean so dead." I leaned over and kissed her l...
The phone on my desk was ringing. Typical day, I thought, fielding another question from my boss. I was pleasantly surprised when I heard my wife's voice. "What are doing now, lover?" she asked. "Well I was facing another day at office until you called. What's up?" "I thought I would let you have some entertainment tonight. Care to meet me at The Club ton...