Well, folks, this is my most ambitious chapter to date. I know this has been a long time coming, (sorry) but editing, proofing, rewriting, and the sheer size has slowed things down a bit. Needless to say, the muse has been giving me a workout, and I hope it was worth the wait. As always, I refuse to be politically correct, so if any of my conservative libert...
For the first time since establishing a relationship with the man called Randy, the preacher's wife was beginning to fear him. He had taken her miles away from her resort and somewhere deep into the forest. Thoughts of never leaving here began flashing through her mind as the shadows of nightfall cascaded around the island especially deep here in the forest....
My breath felt hot on my face as I tried to breathe through the bag. I was sitting quietly between two men who stank of body odor. The Jeep engine started and then we were moving. My hearing felt muted as the engine roared to life. The men chattered around me. I caught a word or two here and there, but for the most part I missed the gist of their conversati...
Elliot coughed. Sand clogged his throat. He coughed again as he struggled to open his eyes. His skin burned, and his body ached. Several hundred yards away, a burning wreck billowed smoke into the blue sky. All around him, the desert stretched on into hazy nothingness. He started to take account of himself. He had managed to bail out of the plane before it d...
Pt. XI: The Queen of Hearts Hours later when Jack, Kim and Sam arrived back in Las Vegas, Jack wanted to meet with Thomas Peterson immediately if not sooner. He did. But Peterson wasn't talking. He was dead. The three left immediately for the police impound garage where Peterson's vehicle had been taken. Detective Jimmy DeDad of the Las Vegas Metropolitan...
His legs were twisted around hers like a pretzel. Their arms pushed and pulled at each other, and their hands fondled various parts of each others bodies. Their mouths were locked together like a pair of suction cups. Stan shoved his hips forward again, jamming his cock deeper into Kate's pussy. They rolled to the edge of the bed, almost falling off. She wa...
Chapter 1: Everclear Plantation, 1832 Terri and I first became acquainted when she moved to Louisiana in 1832 during the boom times. I had just completed renovating my small plantation home forty miles north of New Orleans, set back a little from the Mississippi. Her husband worked for me and managed the plantation commerce. We grew sugar cane and shipped...
**************************** Author's Warning:- No great plot, just a light hearted attempt at a dialogue only piece. **************************** 'Excuse me, mam. Is this seat free?' 'Yes.' 'Do you mind if I join you?' 'I never say "no" to a gentleman.' 'You NEVER say "no"?' 'Well, very rarely.' 'Then, thank you.' 'You're welcome.' 'The bar normall...
"It is well enough that people of the nation do not understand our banking and monetary system, for if they did, I believe there would be a revolution before tomorrow morning." ― Henry Ford Frime: It's that filmy grime on every condiment bottle, in every greasy spoon, on the planet. You feel it when you grab ketchup at Waffle House, or wrap your sweaty pal...
“She’s real beautiful,” said the soft feminine voice. “She’s also deadly.” “Deadly?” “Yeah- that freakish thing managed to half kill a guard the other day.” “Let me guess: Thompson.” “How’d you know?” “Because he borderline brutalizes anything he comes across that isn’t human. I’m surprised more of the exhibits haven’t gone after him yet.” “You don’t...