The temperature in the shop continued to rise with the mid-morning sun. Ryan had been watching the clock tick, second by second, for the last half hour, begging for his workday to be over with. Stack after stack of heavy bricks were laid painstakingly slowly on each pallet sent his way. The sweat poured off of his body, soaking his jeans and making his t shi...
Monday morning I awoke in a hotel room, a strange feeling as it took a few moment to collect my surroundings and realize where I was. The unfamiliar room took a moment to straighten out in my head as I rubbed my eyes. Remembering that I'd been asked by our company's leadership to assist training some of our newest employees, a rotation I wasn't particularly...
"Happy Anniversary, Darling." I hear a twinkle in Catherine's voice as she greets me on the phone. "Do you remember our first meeting with the walking club along the Arroyo Grande Creek when you didn't have a flashlight and I teased you about being a rookie?" "How could I forget, I looked into your sparkling blue eyes and fell immediately in love." "...
Over the cracked lands of the expansive shimmer, Tarquin rode atop his raptor mount. The dinosaur's prints were stamped neatly into the brown, dead soil as the pair rode toward some direction, and both looked straight ahead through the mist of roiling steam rising up from the ground. They called it the shimmer because of the steam: few chose to traverse the...
My wife, Elizabeth but known as Eli (her spelling but think Ellie), and myself, Alisdair, known as Al (because most of our acquaintances cannot get to grips with Scottish Gaelic), are not just committed naturists for over 30 years of being together, but committed people watchers, and amateur students of body language and other outward signs of what people ar...
This is the ninth chapter of my ongoing story involving many characters. If you haven't been reading the chapters in order you are at a disadvantage as to how the story is progressing. There are many important characters in this story: Virginia or Ginny, Billy, Jennifer, Jane, Matt, and Mrs. Wilson. All characters mentioned in the stories are at least eighte...
As always, thanks to my team. They are, Norafares, Girlinthemoon, Hal, Pixel the Cat and GeorgeAnderson. Harddaysknight is my mentor and gives me critical review. SBrooks103x also gives me a prepost read. I thank you all. I'll borrow a page from Bebop3 and thank all the good people at Sports Illustrated. Author's note: This is a short story. It isn't meant...
Susan was mildly irritated. Apparently she had missed all the fun. She was unclear as to what happened with Anne and Sarah, but Carol was going into details of her and Sammy's adventure. They were all sitting in the scattered camping chairs that served as their living room/kitchen/shaded area. The naked Sammy was busy putting together some pancake batter ov...
When I was growing up, I used to watch the reruns of "Gilligan's Island" and thought how improbable the whole plot was. How could you get stranded on a mysterious island with two beautiful women – the glamorous and vampy Ginger and the cute and wholesome Mary Ann – and not make a move on either one. As a young man with raging hormones, my lewd fantasies we...
Down came the windows, though she knew that the interior would have a fine coating of gravel dust by the time she returned home. It was the first truly warm day of the year. The office had hired a couple of people to reduce her workload. She'd finally come to her senses and returned to single life after a string of two bad relationships. She meant to enjoy...