This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Summer sun tingled across my bare shoulders as I slipped my hand into my husband's, matching my stride with his as we walked from the student union to the building on the university campus where he taught. His messenger bag filled with student papers and his textbook copy set up an alternate rhythm on his opposite hip. I'd decided to take advantage of the...
10. Getting the Message Mary was sitting alone on the drawing room sofa when Aiden entered. She set her embroidery aside and stood on her toes to kiss him. "Where is our host this evening?" He asked. His hands stroked over her back and shoulders. "On the phone with a client." Mary said. She bit back a little giggle when he picked her up. Her legs wrapped...
This chapter is for those of my readers who feel that I end stories too abruptly. Thank you all, though, for the supportive and helpful comments I've received. They're the main reason writers submit their work to this site. Simran strong-armed her boss, and somehow extorted three weeks' worth of holidays. Dr. Welsh fixed things so that I could book my accom...
Pastor Greg Bennett didn't waste any time scheduling a meeting with Mark regarding an appointment with Louise Irwin. In fact, of all the clients he'd signed up for Louise's new services so far, the good pastor seemed by far the most eager. At their brief meeting for drinks, Pastor Greg was agreeable to all of Mark's terms and conditions for meeting Louise....
This is only a test, if this was a real life you would have received further instructions on what to do and where to go, this is only a test. At thirty-five I had managed to avoid adulthood for over a third of a century. Much to my father's dismay and usually the pleasure of my mom, I lived at home. Oh, I'd been to college and had accumulated some knowledg...
Disclaimer! I am not a lawyer. I write these stories for fun. I publish them on a free site because it is not a professional endeavor. It is fiction. It is fantasy. I did not research the divorce laws of the great states of North or South Carolina. I don't care if either state has the legal processes mentioned or if you can sue for alienation of affections....
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
Instead of meeting at the precinct, Taima and Pilar met Chief Jenkins at the funeral home and immediately, Pilar had her hands full of an apoplectic Myron, running around like a headless chicken, his be-ringed fingers clamped to the sides of his head as he wailed. “Pilar, thank God you’re here! They’re been here since six a.m. and they nearly ruined Mrs. Ma...