BOOK 2 A DRINK WITH THE DEACON. 1921 We left the church cemetery in the old T model truck. The top had long since turned from simply leaky to almost non existent, the ride was cold and miserable because of it. That ride and my mood were a perfect match for one another. Bobby pulled the T model into the dirt yard of the home place. The family home was no...
Author's note The first story in this tale "The Archer" was entered into the "Romance" category of Literotica was very well received. This second story was written largely in response to the encouragement I received from Literotica readers wanting a follow-up to the original. I have envisaged a trilogy, the third story entitled "The Archer's Lady" has an ou...
I was about to make the call, when I had second thoughts. The problem wasn't the GBI, it was the local cops. The GBI would not get involved without the locals being first on the scene. The locals could spin it anyway they wanted, and we could come up looking like crap. Still, moving bodies and all the rest was bound to come back and bite us on the ass. I we...
THE LAST THING I NEED IS ANOTHER INTERN "You've gotta be kidding me. No! I put up with that for four months last year." My voice was somewhat stern, almost belligerent as the words spilled out of my mouth. Without even realizing it, I had slammed my hand down on the top of the desk. It's not the way most people would talk to their direct report on the job s...
Another MIKE CLAYMORE MYSTERY #7: Carlyle Ode to Mike's Blue Beast Out of the mists late one night, she came to haunt my dreams. She showed me pleasures and passions beyond my wildest dreams. I struggled in her, deep and long, a welling up and a birth, I would never be the same, changed forever on this earth. And now she rules my life. My tower...