These following stories will be writing part in the first person where Harm and Mac speak about their past affairs and past in the third person where their stories unfold as they occurred. Monday was a very hectic day at JAG, General Cresswick gave Mac and Harm a homicide case to handle. Harm was to be the defense attorney while Mac would prosecute. They...
"Would you pass my wine, please?" "Sure. Shall I top it up...if I can do that without spilling it on the pillow?" "Why not? This is a lot better than that horrible bubbly stuff we had at the reception. What is it?" "It's what we wine connoisseurs call 'red'." "Thanks, I'll make a note of that...I'm glad that you suggested we slip away." "Weren't you wor...
Chapter three in less than two years. This has a lot of story and not too much sex. Now once again I think that I have to point out: I know nothing about the Benedictine Order. All of the rituals or traditions are just figments of my demented imagination. I made it all up. So if you know about the Benedictines...that's nice, but I don't want to know where I...
In April of 1989, Linda and I had planned to have Bobby Wilkinson and his wife, Michelin, visit with us. They live in Scotland. We received a phone call from them. They informed us that Michelin had finally become pregnant and Bobby didn't want her to travel. We all agreed to postpone their trip to some indefinite time in the future. I had commissioned the...
Author's Note: As promised, this is the final chapter of this phase in Jeremy's life. As such, it's a bit of an epilogue. Fear not, faithful readers. Jeremy's story is not done. Soon, we'll tug a different thread in the tapestry of his life and see what unravels. As always, I'm grateful to those of you who have stayed with me thus far. It's incredibly grat...
My name is Todd. I am a 'Middle America', male W.A.S.P. who is quickly losing days where he can say he is between thirty and forty. Lynn, is my best friend, my college girlfriend, my bride, mother of my children, and for the past two decades my favorite sex toy. For the first decade of our marriage she was my only sex toy as I was hers. Our sex life kicked...
Author's Note: I originally started writing this series because I'm skeptical of the stories of the 20-year old Lothario who seems to know just what to say and do when it comes to women. Maybe there are lots of those guys, but I suspect it's far more common to grow into your sexuality or fall into an unusual situation than to orchestrate it. But maybe you c...
The time had come for my exam. I was the first in my entire family to take the General Certificate of Education at Advanced level so it was a very great event. During the spring there had been a series of written tests and now the final examination was to take place the following day. There were to be oral exams in four subjects all taking place on the same...
As we walked into the Bahia Rodizzio, the restaurant was packed. I pushed my way through the crowd to the Maitre d's podium and gave him Dean's name. He was dressed in a tuxedo and was very regal looking as he towered over everyone else but me. He didn't even check his list. He just smiled and asked if my party was present. I nodded and turned to motion them...
Claire Roselli paused at the sound of the doorbell, glancing up from the last of the dinner dishes in the sink to the wall clock above. The clock read a quarter to seven, pointing out to the forty year old that she was running about thirty minutes late. At least according to the evening's original plans. Laying that last dish on the drying rack, Claire drie...