During my senior year in high school, my economics teacher thought it would be a neat little exercise to have us students learn about the world of investments. So she had a couple of local stock brokers come in and give us a couple of presentations. Mutual funds, the stock market, penny stocks, treasury bonds, junk bonds, the works. The number of choices wer...
The morning seemed to slow down the closer the time for Nick and Hana to arrive got. Patricia was peeking outside every five minutes because she thought that she heard a car door opening. Kenji didn't stop her but watched her with an amused expression on his face. "Papa?" Ralph called as he watched Patricia make another trip to the window, "Why does mama ke...
Author's note: This is a transition chapter that took me a relatively long time to write. There is some sex here, but more time is invested to set the stage for future chapters. For new readers, I strongly suggest reading the previous chapters. For continuing readers, I greatly appreciate your patience, and hope that I can increase the pace a little for the...
I'm Tom Davis, kid brother of Laura Hughes. I was a 30-year old high school social studies teacher and girls' basketball coach; after five years of coaching, thanks to two athletic sisters on the team, we won the district championship. Often, I saw the superintendent of the schools, Harry Bradley, and his wife, Rita, among the spectators at home games. I saw...
Just three months before our Silver wedding anniversary, completely out of the blue, my wife Anne calmly told me that she was going to sleep with another man. We married when she was eighteen with me two years older and after five glorious years she gave birth to our only child Chloe. Chloe is now at university studying law. I teach and am currently the head...
Authors note: Hello everyone. Thank you everyone for the positive feedback and comments they mean the world to me and have brightened my days. Thank you once again to Paul who continues to be my second set of eyes. ~ellie. * "Historians name Michael-Angelo, DaVinci and Raphael as the big three of the Renaissance period. Our ancestor, Timoteo, was the Mast...
Amy Hayze sat on the edge of a precipice looking down into the chasm below. It was a long drop and clouds of misted spray rose up obscuring the white water at the end of the waterfall. It looked soft and comforting. She wasn't afraid to be perched on the edge of the stony outcropping high above the falls. She looked up into the bright white light above her a...
This is exciting, I finally got to get up from heaven and go somewhere. Nothing major like a drug house or anything, but after drinking coke for two hours with nothing to do anything is welcome. Skidding to a stop next to the car I give Gomer a questioning look. His name isn't Gomer, his name is Anthony Pyle he just really liked Jim Nabors in Gomer Pyle USMC...
A mottled carpet of leaves flew off the blacktop, and then fluttered back to earth like butterflies descending on a field of sage. Just another hour, thought Brady, returning his attention to the road in front of him. He turned his baseball cap around and depressed his right foot, the force of acceleration driving him deeper into his seat. With a push of a b...
Ballet One I'd taken up classes when I was 5 years old. My beautiful mother, Natalya, was an émigré from Russia and had trained at the Bolshoi Ballet in Moscow. Then, on a tour in the 80's to Canada she had defected; not because she hated the Soviet system but because she met my father Andre, a Quebecer. He was a dancer too, but had decided to leave the pro...