Author's Note: Thanks, again, to snooper, my editor. Those of you that have read African Adventure will notice a significant passage of time between that story and this one. There is another story that comes between these two and deals in detail with events that are alluded to or briefly referenced in this story. I have elected not to publish that particular...
WOW!! NEVER had a response to a story like that, thank you all for your support and encouragement; no pressure then... To ag2507, way ahead of you, but thanks for checking in anyway. To the USAF Vet, as Austin Powers puts it, 'It's English English', not American English, sorry for any confusion but we were here first. And the requests for better editing, y...
Author's Note: Wow...took a while to get this out. Finally had more time again, and will get more out as I am able. I would like to thank everyone for their comments. I love getting them and each time I see a new one it just spurs me on to write that much faster. I ask that those of you who are anonymous, please put down a couple of initials or a pseudonym I...
This is a shoutout to the folks who say that I can't write a classic "loving wives" story. It also lets me reintroduce some characters from another one of my stories. They were characters who I especially liked and didn't want to lose touch with. Also, you might guess the place where my fictional hero works. So I want to state categorically that, "Even thoug...
This story makes reference to a once-legal prescription diet pill, officially known as a biphetamine, which is no longer on the market. It had many street names like black beauty, but in the South it was called a black molly. In recent years certain designer drugs, also called Molly, have appeared on the rave scene. They are different compounds than the old...
'Angela, are you awake?' a voice asked persistently, it was a quite comforting voice. It was the sort of voice that you would trust with your life, and she wished it would piss off and let her sleep. She was warm and comfortable and had never been so relaxed in her life, but the voice wouldn't go away. She could smell the universal antiseptic odour of a hosp...
Author's note: This is the second part of a two-part story. Ch II is essentially self-contained, but there are many references to events described in Ch I, which you will find in the 'Group Sex' collection. To readers who enjoyed Ch I, I hope you will find Ch II a worthy conclusion to the story of Morton and Jane. If you are squeamish, though, it's probably...
"We're done!" Lewis hissed. "Where is my son?" "As I said," Reese said patiently, "he is safe but I still need you." "That wasn't the agreement! I did what you wanted..." "Yes you did," Reese agreed, "and you did very well. As a reward I will allow you to talk to your son. I know that you will ask him where he is-he will not be able to tell you. Neither w...
Well that was longer than I expected. Sorry for the delay everybody. I'll give more of an explanation as to why at the end, but for now, I'll just shut up. This story is a little different in that it takes place at three different times, so it covers multiple episodes. Part One takes place during "Chuck vs. the Anniversary", Part Two is after "Chuck vs. the...
* * * [Many thanks to my volunteer editor LadyVer, whose helpful investment of time made this a much better story.] * * * I was inching my car across the icy parking lot of the Mill Creek Ranger Station when I first saw her: alone on the shoulder of California Highway 38, a pair of skis crooked in one arm, and her thumb pointing up the road toward the mou...