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. The Touch Pt. 34 Brothers and their Sisters – Sisters and their Brothers I did not deliberately avoid Emma for the next couple of days but as the weather was holding out we were all picking up outside jobs w...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now 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...
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...
Be forewarned, like all but one of my earlier stories, there is absolutely no sex here, in fact, not even so much as a kiss. This is more of a teenage coming of age story. Also, like one of earlier stories, I have borrowed an idea from "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy". * When you were growing up, was there a kid that everybody laughed at, a kid who w...
The hotel bar was busy as Alice and I entered that New Year's Eve, the air filled with music and the babble of voices punctuated by the popping of champagne corks and the cheering that followed. In my plain black suit and tight clergyman's collar I knew I was in for a hot and uncomfortable evening but for a 'Tarts and Vicars' party there was only one type of...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the third chapter to a multi-part story, I would suggest reading Chapters 1 and 2 before this one to understand the whole story. Many thanks to those who have read, voted and commented on the first two chapters of this story. Special thanks to Mostera1, who has provided encouragement to continue and the spark for story ideas, some of w...
——x—J—x—J—x—J—x—J—x—J—x—J—x—J—x—J—x—— 2:05 PM - COACH'S OFFICE, BY THE LOCKERS "Here you go, Mr. Masterson." Kayla Martin handed Coach Masterson a clipboard with the class' fifty-yard swim times. Most of them were pretty lousy, which is why the tests had to go on after 6th period ended. "Thank you, Kayla. Now get showered already. I feel bad for keeping...
Between a few minor scholarships and the money my mom and I had saved there was just enough to get me through the first year of university. If I wanted to get any farther than that I needed a job right away. A week before semester started, I headed into the City with Jake. I had already decided that living in campus was my best bet, but it was It was too e...
Chapter 24 On Monday morning, I was racing to my locker after English and before Astronomy to switch my books. Getting rid of Moby Dick alone would improve my posture for the rest of the morning. I quickly dialed the combination and jerked the locker open, only to have it slam close again. Tommy Narburg was standing right next to me. The locker door had app...
(all characters are over 18 when involved in sex.) * We moved away from the house I was born in when I was five. In a way I was to blame for it, I guess. The quality of grade schools in that area was not as high as in the area we moved to. I can't take full credit for it though, as you could say Dad's promotion had an equal amount to do with the move. He...