The continuing tale of turning our local pub into a place worth visiting. You will probably need to have read The White Hart and The White Hart Chapter 2 posted May and October 2013 to make sense of this. Chapter 4 is started ... no promises when it will be finished. I was out with workmates the next night but turned up early enough on the Thursday to...
I had promised my nephew, that I would take some still life photographs, for his English literature class. So I had my camera with me, when an accident occurred right in front of my favorite coffee shop. It just seems to happen that way. "I'm a retired cop," and an incorrigible dirty old man, as some would say. I'm always ready to take photos of beautiful...
All similarities to anyone are pure coincidence. We are all adults here. Enjoy the latest but maybe read the first ones first. ***** Mr. Tim Jones was nearly livid. Pacing the bank floor and pausing to glare out the front door. Just about furious. Checking his watch every minute or so and getting more and more worked up. It had been a morning already...
Jim was almost ready to reach out and touch Sally when she danced away and repeated her performance on the other three men. After each man had gotten an eyeful of the naked wife, Sally stopped and took another glass of wine. "Is this just the way it was for my Bill?" Sally asked. The wine, jealously and feeling of betrayal still working on Sally's usual shy...
"No man but a blockhead ever wrote, except for money." Samuel Johnson (1709-1784) Once again I find myself in the position of being a mere scribe, presenting a story which I purchased with three very expensive drinks at an airport bar. I never met the protagonist before nor do I know his real name. There was something in his eye that said not to ask too m...
This work is not intended to offend anyone. The author (me) holds nothing but the highest regard for all parties mentioned in the story/stories. It is a work of fiction, and should be treated as such. This work should not be viewed by anyone under the age of 18 (or older, depending on the legal age of the location in which this story is read.) I hold no lega...
"You are invited to a party at Howie and Liza's cottage on Saturday night. We are hosting a small group to shop with Maureen of PleasureU, an intimate erotic specialty company. Light food and wine. 8:30pm sharp. RSVP" Now, this was an interesting email. It had been well over a month since I had seen Howie and Liza. We'd had a very interesting time exploring...
All names have been changed to protect my ass. I'm the part-time secretary for the chair of the Geology and Earth Sciences department at a very small town's small and prestigious private college in southern California. We're less than an hour's drive from Los Angeles, but we may as well be in the middle of the desert for all the excitement and culture avail...
"So I'm at this concert, yeah?" At this point I'm explaining my evening to my roommate Rick. I'll spare you the dialogue and write an expository text instead, I know the other would undoubtedly irritate me within a paragraph and a half. I was at a concert in Hardwick Park seeing a local group called Common Knowledge. It was a really good show, solid artist...
My wife Marcie works in a distribution center warehouse. Most of the time she is in the small, air conditioned office of the warehouse where she and her boss maintain inventory and handle problems with retail orders, but several times a day she goes into the warehouse, the only woman out there among 75 or so muscle-bound grunts who handle the physical stock....