Hey, there. My name is Guillaume Mathieu but my friends call me Guy. I am twenty five years old and hold a Master's degree in Business Administration from McGill University in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec. I work for the Quebecor Media Corporation. I made four hundred and seventeen thousand dollars after taxes last year. I drive a Mercedes Benz....
Part 1 of 3: The Unexpected Inheritance "There must be a mistake somewhere." Nicole shook her head as she reviewed pages of legal documents. She double checked her mother's will to ensure that the information was correct. "Everything is in order," Mr. Messersmith stated. "I can assure you of that." "You know that my mother was a devout Catholic right?"...
Right we're almost half-way now. But there is still loads to tell you about my cast of sexually dysfunctional characters who either wear or want to get inside the nurse's uniform, preferably with Sammi still in it! Seeing the scores that the readers are giving this series and the ratings awarded by Lit, I don't seem to be doing too well. Is there not enough...
You should read the previous chapters to better understand what has been happening. A big thank you to Estragon for editing this story and making it a much better read. Chapter 5; The Conclusion Everyone was checking into the motel for Bill and Shauna's wedding. So far everything was going good. Bill and his younger brother went to check in a few of the r...
Yesterday, I received a letter from my longtime friend Eukan Jacquekov. I have deleted the parts addressed to me personally, but am now sharing with you the last several pages in which he relates a recent adventure he had in Brisbane, Australia. He wrote: "Until I met my friend Hisacun (pronounced He's a cun), I thought I was the only man cursed with a nam...
'Discipline,' I said. 'I think that's what it's going to have to come down to.' My Muse looked surprised. 'Oh? You want me to put you across my knee?' 'Good heavens, no,' I said. 'I've never see the attraction of all that hot bottom stuff.' 'No,' she said. 'That's what I thought. Mind you, Lawrence, the chap for whom I used to muse before I came to you, h...
Inspired by and based upon Serpent Dance by Synthean Thanks to Jon B 1969 for the edit. "I hate chinks." The words seeped up like pus from a festering wound. The woman didn't say it out loud. Her upbringing made her too refined to express such thoughts openly. Helen made no bones about it, however; she disliked the Chinese immensely. She was never able to...
Aurora attempted to blow her hair out of her face with what little breath she had left. It didn't budge. The sweat that was dripping down her had plastered it to her head. Her lungs burned. Her legs were on fire. She was going to die. My god this is torture, she thought to herself as she kept her death grip on the inclined treadmill. She let go long enough t...
On the surface of it, Miles Mallison had everything that a man of his age and status desired. He had a business that had developed from a small real estate company that was a graduation gift from his wealthy father. It wasn't, however, a gift given of love, because there was no love between father and son, it was a gift given of some filial obligation to a s...
Chapter 9: Bill returned to his church the following Sunday morning. He was welcomed personally by Pastor Markham. David Markham was in his mid-thirties, and one of the new-age ministers. He had a better understanding of the youth of the day, and he was able to communicate with them. Bill had stopped attending church when he met Zena. She had not been to ch...