Imagine for a second that the year is 2000. Some of your friends and family members that are gone now were alive and well then. By most counts, 2000 was a great year. A time of optimism in the United States of America and the rest of the world. Technologically, it's quite backward. No MySpace, no YouTube and no Facebook. AOL rules the Internet. Before the te...
This is the last chapter in a seven chapter saga of five mature women who have shared many things of a personal nature all starting with the fact that they are Rubanesque in stature and purchase their lingerie from me, Joy. I trust that you have enjoyed the previous chapters and this one as well. We left the group as they finished dinner and heard four of t...
Corey Grant sighed a deep sigh of quiet desperation. "Aw, c'mon, man," he thought to himself. "Here I am twenty-three years old. My last video games design brought me up to 8.9 mil. I got a cool home, a killer car, and a girlfriend to die for." Corey's attempt to rouse himself trailed off in a blue funk as his mind brought up an image of Jeanette King, his...
It is the year 1746. Daniel de Grosmembre is lord of the manor at Le Bit, a large estate several kilometers outside Paris. He has 2,000 hectares of land, farmed by a number of families that have been on the land since the days of his grandfather. Daniel is married to Cynthie, the daughter of a neighboring Lord. She was a spoiled girl, but the parents arrang...
January 2004 "Another celebrity bartending weekend," Nicki said. "Yeehaw." "Got to admit, Asher's a genius, usin' his connection trew Orly an' de others," Beth said. "Brings in a crowd durin' slow times." "Who's here dis week?" Thi asked. "Ryan Gosling an' Dom." "Has Alyssa tol' him yet? Dat's she pregnant?" "Why?" Nicki asked. "Baby ain't his." Thi an...
Sarkopheros Says: No, I am not fluent in Spanish. I speak some, but I needed help to get it right. My friend Hospitalier is a native speaker and tolerates so much of my bullshit—and without the aid rendered, the Spanish in this story would be a bunch of idiotic gibberish—more so than the rest of what I write. So thank you, Hospitalier. You've taught me so m...
They say you can't turn a friend into a lover or a lover into a friend, but after making Law Review I didn't have time for lovers or friends. During seven months of writing editing and arguing round-the-clock in the little clapboard house off the Common where all the law review editors lived, my earning potential had tripled but my Nordic skin had turned a p...
LT Justin "Tin" Ortega and Jenna "Lady" Daivs orbited a CAP station or a Carrier Air Patrol near the Selorian Border. They have been on station for an hour and Jenna bored and restless spoke into the internal comms. "You awake up there?" "Yeah, what do you need? "When are you going to make me an honest woman?" "Ay Dios, here we go again" Justin exclaime...
Sebastien Renard looked at himself in the mirror. A tall, ruggedly handsome, big and bulky young Black man looked back at him. He smiled to himself. He looked really good in a red silk shirt and Black silk pants. He was getting ready for church. His grandmother Cecilia was already waiting. Although they lived exactly three hundred meters from the Catholic Ch...
"Sinners, you are all unrepentant sinners. You will accept the evil of your sins or suffer the consequences." Bristols, Mistress Paliqueen and Cruizerman stood quietly in the dock, arms pinioned behind their backs with very heavy shackles connecting to their ankles. "The ecclesiastical right to oversight of all humanities actions cannot be questioned by m...