As they drove toward the Marina, Linda was pleased, as Richard was beginning to look reasonably normal again after his confrontation with the spider. When they arrived he checked with the office for the slip number of the boat. "That would be slip number nine," said the Marina manager pointing down the wooden walk toward the right. Linda followed Richard a...
Usual standard declarations about age, ownership etc. apply here. Salutations my droogies, and welcome back. Take in some moloko and turn your rassoodocks towards the newest episode on this ongoing tale. Okay, that's as much Russian slang as I can put together, and that's all courtesy of Anthony Burgess' A Clockwork Orange. The reason for me going there wil...
The year was 1470. A young man was walking through the markets on the Ponte Vecchio. His Master had sent him to acquire some more painting supplies, though he often liked to explore the marketplace as he did so, to find things which interested him. "Good morning Leonardo," said the man on one of the market stalls. "How's Andrea doing?" "Quite well, thank y...
White House "First and foremost Tim, I'm sorry for your loss," the President says as Timothy Stanos walked into the office. "Thank you sir, it's a loss for all of us." "I just hope that's all it is," McKinsey says. "What do you mean?" "Come on Tim. He was found at an abandoned airport with a bullet in his head. He's the Chief of Staff. I just hope he wa...
CHAPTER ONE: A Strange Final "Maaaaaaaaliiiiiiiiik!" I groaned as I was jerked from a fantastic dream of being smothered to death by the class of 2019's best titties (Sarah Cornwick, if you were curious) by the shrill sound of my mother's voice screaming up the stairs. I twitched, writhed, then fell out of bed as she followed up my name with a hammering on...
I'm driving toward you. Two hours ago I received a cryptic text. "Drive north. Stop at the bridge and await my instructions." I have no idea what to expect but the anticipation is making me wet. I finally get to the bridge. I pull into the Welcome Center, blessedly deserted in October. I send you a text and the reply makes me even wetter. "Put Butt Plug...
Lady Daire was shown into the only room that showed signs of bowing to Laurie's simple decorative graces. She smirked to herself knowing how stubborn Sir Glen could be, but also knew that Laurie was a formidable opponent. Lady Daire took a seat near the cheerful fire, admiring the delicate details and feminine touches that graced the sitting room. Upstairs,...
Chapter Five: Outer Space "Thank you everyone for coming," said Pete, addressing the seven crewmembers of the Mermaids Pride that were gathered with him in the ships lounge. The Captain and First Mate were on the bridge keeping an eye on the piloting to leave Pete free to run a team building exercise with the crew, to make them work as one unit. "Okay I...
My wife, Diane, and I met our darker selves one evening, after she cheated at cards. A game of Bridge, of all things, nearly tore us apart. We were guests of Cyril and Coral, a couple we had only recently met, initially through Diane's legal work. The following evening we coincidentally met them again at a London club. Over drinks they extended an invitatio...
CHAPTER 12 Anticipating another dry summer in 1979, hinted by abnormal wind direction patterns, and with his commercial investments and ambitions decreasing his interest in farming, Matt has his entire extended Faraway farming property re-surveyed and put up for sale apart from 2000 acres of the original Strathmore Farm on the valley floor and upper terrace...