Part 1 Triston and Alexa caught the last bus to their destinations. Alexa was going home to Trilly to her mate. Triston was going home to what he hopes to his mate as well. They both were looking for Jen, Triston's love. She has disappeared into the night without even a note left to let Triston know what was going on. The first person he contacted after the...
Julia weaved her fingers through Will's as they made their way through the park. The warm noon sun was filtered out by the soft swaying leaves of the tall oak trees that lined the path they were strolling through. Squirrels scampered up the trees to play on the branches as the couple walked by. Birds of all kinds sang and called to one another. It was the pe...
Chapter 3 Paul Donnelly, Jr. was already in college my last summer with the Build-A-Village program. He'd been in college for two years, but Mrs. Wellington, the teacher who supervised the trip, adored Paul. She worked him in at the last minute as a chaperon. Paul was excited by the responsibility. He found the situation hilarious. He loved the responsibili...
Justin Myers sat on the bus staring into space. It was as good a thing to do at this time as anything. The bus ride was long, tedious and very uncomfortable due to the heat. He tried not to think about the beads of sweat dripping from his temples down his face and onto his neck. This bus was supposed to have air conditioning, but as with anything the city di...
Wow, liberty in Barcelona! I hadn’t even been in the Navy for a year yet, and here I was, about to pull into the same port that Columbus sailed from to go and find the New World. I stood and watched with fascination on the fantail of the ship as we pulled into the port. Our mooring lines were faked out on deck, and our line captain was wetting the heavi...
Hi, Brother Samuel here. You know who I am. Your favorite big and tall, openly bisexual black male adventurer. After due consideration, I've decided to go back to college. I've already got my bachelors degree in criminal justice, so law school is my next stop. I don't want to be a policeman anymore. Or a corrections officer for that matter. I think I want to...
"Last call for boarding, Whippet Transit 48 to Los Angeles and points between now boarding at Lot Seven ..." Karen Dewhurst slung her duffel bag into bus 48's baggage compartment and climbed on board. She headed for the last row of seats hoping to avoid having a seat mate on the trip. She was in no mood for conversation. Taking the seat by the window, she r...
Six in the morning, I have to catch the early bus. It's still dark out as I wait at the bus stop. I'm a bit chilly in my white tee-shirt (With a big heart on the front) , a long (almost to my knees) denim-look-a-like skirt with some ruffles and two inch heeled sandals that lace all around my calves to my knees. I know today will be warmer, so I don't worry a...
"I don't have to ask, do I?" I hear the driver say. They just get up and go without a fuss. I can't explain it, but I have mixed feelings about that. We had all just watched them. We had just seen this couple make out on the bus right in front of us! I think that we were still very shocked; I know I was! I think that it was because of my own reluctant arou...
Her story: The cross-town bus was full and I had to stand in the aisle. I was going to visit my boyfriend for a day of sex, so I was too busy thinking about what we were going to do to find the crush annoying. But the driver was jerky and I couldn't reach a hanger, so I was being thrown around a bit. On one particularly violent lurch I grabbed the shoulder...