Author's note: To better understand what is going on, I would encourage you to start with the first chapter and read through. This is part of a series. It was never intended to be a stand-alone story even though it reads like one. Thanks for taking the time to read my work and please vote. If you feel the need to criticize, please make it constructive critic...
Edie drives like she's at the wheel of a Philadelphia taxi, so we made it from standing in the William Penn lobby to here in a Morgantown parking lot on campus in one hour. Her 1972 Dodge Charger dashboard clock says 9:32 pm. I'm actually on schedule, according to the 10:30 pm arrival I gave my high school buddies Donald and Ronald. That allows time for a li...
Chapter Two "I hate football." Libby was shivering, even in her oversized matching gold and blue scarf and knit hat and mittens, all with the U of M logo on them. She seemed so small sitting next to him. "You're cold." Henry started taking off his jacket for her, but she stopped him, shaking her head and sliding her body closer, as close as she could, the...
Chapter 41. Barbara As I was leaving the resort parking lot I saw a woman sitting in her car with a look on her face that worried me. I circled around and stopped next to her. I was not surprised she had not noticed. She had a gun on the car seat next to her. I tapped the window and startled her but she did roll down her window. "Listen, I'm sorry to i...
Has the grass ever NOT been greener over somewhere else for us humanoids? Have we ever reflected on how good we may have it and yet NOT wanted for more? How many rich or powerful or accomplished men have said, "OK, that's good - I think I'll toss in the towel, even though I know I could go on and do even better?" My guesses are no, no, and precious few. I kn...
For all my ambition where Gemma was concerned, there was the small problem of what to do about Lauren. Should I try having two girlfriends at once? Gemma knew about Lauren and seemingly was not bothered. I still felt it was being a little unfair - to Gemma at least. I put those thoughts aside as Thursday evening approached. The other guests were an Indian c...
It was the last summer that I still saw myself as a kid, the summer that I had to decide to shit or get off the pot. Twisting wrenches was a decent hobby, but I was quickly outgrowing the group of uninspired, racist fucks that were my gearhead contemporaries. High school would never end for most of these guys. I'd seen what had become of their older brothers...
Chapter 27 Match The Hertzberg-Davis Forensic Science Center was an unremarkable white, five-story office building at the corner of State University Drive and Paseo Rancho Pastilla, just off the El Monte Busway plus the San Bernardino Freeway and the Christopher Columbus Transcontinental Freeway, otherwise just known as the I-10. It was east of Chinatown, s...
Both RaleighBoy and Peterspeter have stories on here in which I've drawn inspiration from for this story. I really recommend checking out their work as well, since if it was not for them I would not have had the muse to write this (hopefully) ongoing series. Though both of those stories seem to have stopped being written, I could not have been inspired for t...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. ABOUT THE REVISED CHAPTER The original text for this chapter was written in the form of journal style entries over fifteen years ago and when it was posted to Literotica I knew that something was missing, it fe...