I wrote this story for Steve, and for Selynn, at their request. They wanted a permanent record of their initial meeting, and of how their relationship really exploded into life, after their first real date. It was Steve that told me Part One of the story (Selynn interceding with some of her own emotions as we talked). Part Two of the story is an account of w...
********** This is a part of a longer thing that I've got going on in a different category. In this, a couple of people find that they're not as ... set into things as they'd thought that they were. A lot of them work for a company that flies transport and also does agricultural applications (cropdusting) in the American Southwest. There are a few relati...
I heard the phone through the cobwebs of too little sleep, the late night cheeseburgers and more than a fair amount of scotch. By the second ring, I had nimbly thrown myself on the floor and was attempting to stand. On the third ring, I forced my eyes open and started the run to my office. This was not unusual for me. I live in an apartment behind my o...
When you finish this I'll tell you my inspiration for the story. This is a revenge on a cheating wife tale, very little sex. ................................................ WEDNESDAY EVENING 5-21-11 Their visitor was right on time. Since she received the phone call the day before, Ronnie was consumed with curiosity. She knew the woman slightly, she was h...
My apologizes to George Bernard Shaw's "Pygmalion." ****************** Unless you've lived it, you have no idea what poverty is like. In that regard I believe that it has things in common with combat – at least that's what one of the few people from my youth that I respect told me. His name is Joe, he is a Vietnam combat vet having fought in the jungle fo...
I had long since ceased to fantasise about Bina, the flame that inspired me to the impressive heights that I ultimately achieved in life. I would never have thought that a general strike called by a few political parties in a major metropolis of India would bring into my life an experience that almost half a century of my earlier existence had not. I was o...
CHAPTER 1 Five dolphins played off the bow wave of the Lady Helena and then sliced forward like torpedoes just below the surface. Sunlight glinted off the crests of the swells rolling through the Hauraki Gulf and the spray thrown by the bow waves. Idyllic, spoiled only by the thump-thump of the big marine Caterpillar down below. Something a little smelly...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
These events actually happened, to me, in London, in the 1970s. This is an abridged version of a much longer account I wrote last year. It is fully copyrighted. At the fall of Saigon, thousands of desperate people swarmed around the last few planes leaving from Saigon Airport. Unforgettable images on TV. Now largely forgotten of course. That was in 1975. N...
The sun shone into the building's courtyard, bringing the rose colored walls alive with warmth. Everything was beautiful. The courtyard had all manner of flowers and bushes, arranged to form a circular seating area where the tenants could sit on the benches or lie down on a patch of grass which was in the middle. The building itself was an old Spanish mansio...