Six months earlier. It was at a beach party that Jack was turned. Someone, an acquaintance, invited him and a few bottles, to the dunes on the South Kentish Sea front near Dungeness. As usual, he drank a bit too much, but he was sure afterwards, that his drink was spiked. Certainly, he had a metallic taste in his mouth the next morning and a monumental hea...
This is a follow-up, not exactly a sequel, to my story, BeachCombing, which you might want to read first, but that I'll try to recap and move on. In BeachCombing, my wife, Anne (ok, not her name, but the name I used in writing a story about us), and I visited a nude beach on vacation. We met Rick, a naturist local resident, on the beach, and that led to an...
This story is part of a quartet of stories named: One Summer. It is not a continuing storyline. They have familiar, common settings, persons or themes but they are not the same. Each story stands on its own. As always, all persons have reached the age of 19 years or more since they were born. Note to the reader: English is not my first language so it may s...
Jill and Jeff Flinder were on the fourth night of their honeymoon. Their apartment on the small Greek island of Agistri was perfect, with a large bed, a bathroom that had a corner bath into which two could fit easily, and a shower which had plenty of space. There was a generous balcony which easily held a table and chairs plus a double lounger, and a view ou...
For long I was a loner with no serious relationship though active on dates. Nothing worked out in the long run. But I was happy and enjoyed a social life. When a man showed interest I would track sensibly given that I had many letdowns. With younger man I would be more conscious. I never thought I could get hitched. Much as I least expected or some would sai...
Cathy had moved down to Sussex after university and had a good job with a local conservation charity. She lived in a shared house with two other twenty something young women, both professionals who were very career focused and earned rather more than she did. They all got on well, despite Cathy thinking that her housemates were a bit shallow and materialisti...
Ch 1: Thank you Justin The noise of the alarm clock filled the small dorm room Sarah called home while studying at the University of Miami. As the college freshman reached out one tanned arm and perfectly manicured nails to turn off the alarm clock, the disturbing events of the prior night slowly returned and left the curvaceous blond sitting on her bed wit...
Liz sat in the crowded lounge, waiting. The flight from Detroit was dull and the transfer uneventful, but now, in a better position to observe the variety of travellers, the prospects were more encouraging. Twirling her finger around the ends of her long raven hair as she casually sipped her coffee, Liz leafed through a travel magazine and occasionally looke...
Chapter 40 Women can complicate your life Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2010 This is dedicated to my sweet Rachel... * Sayomi.... Bobbi's cousin, Rachel, was so refreshing with her enthusiasm for life. Constantly watching out the window and asking questions as we drove back to the North Beach estate, she was bringing a bright light in...
I was awake half an hour before dawn, and went out onto the balcony to sit and think and watch the shadows of the ridge behind the hotel retreat off the bay and up the beach. It was very peaceful. Nobody was congregating on the lawn this morning. No voices were coming from the adjacent deck. Rain had chased away the songbirds but had since dispersed. The sil...