My name is Sidney and my wife Brittney and I are both 28 years old. We are happily married. We wed 6 years ago. I met Brittney in college in our junior year. Back then Brittney wore nerdy glasses and was about 40 pounds overweight. I was also chubby and had an early receding hairline. We were a good match, at least in the looks department. After college we g...
She didn't have to be there, she realized after ringing the bell. It's not as if he wouldn't understand. She had unequivocally and literally made him a fucking promise, though. And she told herself that a distraction might be useful, something to get her mind off of Frankie. Still, she was feeling emotionally drained, and being in good spirits had always bee...
Mrs. Jackson stood in her bathroom as she glanced over at the clock. She frantically tried to get ready for her yoga class. The hot wife assumed that it would be at least an hour before her husband came home as Fred had left early in the morning to pick up Phil Dorman from the Missouri State Correctional Center. As Phil had demanded, she had testified at his...
Authors Note: Yes every now and then there is a chapter that comes along that might be boring but needed. This one fits that category well as you will find out in the coming chapters. I have the story complete but have been meticuously going through the story and fixing the noted comments from Chapter one. I hope I have done that to every ones satisfaction....
My tale, previously in another place and revised, changing the country, therefore names and edited to omit under aged characters. ***** My Dad hired some itinerant workers who stopped in at the remote hamlet, all of thirty five people, three kilometres from our 82 hectare farm to work on some outbuildings round our dilapidated house. He lived on one floor...
"Is this Mr. Mike Morgan?" The deep voice asked when I picked up the phone. "Yes, it is." I answered, curious as to who was calling. It was nearly 8 AM and on a Sunday, the phone almost never rang at that time of day. "This is Captain Stan Harrison, Oregon State Police. I am calling about Dana Morgan, I assume that is your wife?" "Yes, it is?" I felt a su...
KEEPING THE WITSONS TOGETHER Another slice of life at St. Dunstan's; for background, please consult the previous episodes Last in a flock of four. Feedback welcome. "Father, you've got to help us. You're the only one we trust, and we want to save our marriage. Please, Vicar, please." I sat back in my chair as I regarded Percy Witson and his wife Peggy. Pe...
After the successful close of some business in Destin, followed by a failed attempt at relaxation, I was happy to return home to Sarasota. The intended post project vacation ended just shy of two days with a bizarre and troubling conclusion and under the circumstances I was glad to be back at work. I had left several messages for Kay James, a new acquaintan...
Dr. Scott Gardner parked his beemer in the valet parking at the executive golf club. The door was opened for him and he stepped out, handing the young man his key. He shoved the redemption tag into his pocket and walked into the club's lobby. Presenting his invitation, he was directed to the banquet room where one of the local universities was holding its pr...
We were having a weekend break at a hotel in Llandudno the evening had been champion, we were all slightly, shall we say "happy". Well fed, and with the obligatory few drinks under our pinnies, tongues started to loosen. This time the story was related by Pamela. One of our friends from south of the Thames in London, I will write it for you as she told it to...