Disclaimer: JAG and its characters are the property of Donald Bellisario, Paramount and CBS. All other characters are mine and fictional. Sarah MacKenzie Central Campus Apts. Duke University September 30, 1992 Dearest John, This has to have been the longest month of my life. I thought that if I waited to write to you, the pain of our separation would hav...
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Leo gasped and opened his eyes, his nightmare waking him. The room's light immediately assaulted his once sleeping eyes and forced him to squeeze them back shut. Shapes of green and orange lights danced on the back of his retinas. Leo's vivid nightmare replayed in his memory: Boris and Oscar attempting to kill him, the white-hot pain of a bullet tearing int...
I'd known Joe for a good ten years and I'd spent many hours in his bar, The Landing Strip Lounge, drinking PBR and lusting after the girls that worked for him. They came and went, but one thing that they all had in common was that they were hot! The current crop was no exception. Karen behind the bar and both waitresses, Tina and Cookie, made me want to rip...
"Sarah, wait!" Chris called behind me as I stormed out of the house and into the night. I ignored him until he grabbed my arm. Then, something inside me snapped, and I spun around him and punched him in the face. It probably hurt my hand more than his jaw, but it was enough to make him let go. We stood in silence for a moment, 16 years of marriage crumbling...
"Chuck, are you almost done with those hors d'oeuvres?" Phyllis asked me. Placing the last one on the plate I replied, "Yep, and I even have the drinks chilling." Coming around the corner of our bedroom, Phyllis said, "Good everyone should be here soon." Phyllis was wearing a black cocktail dress that ended in the middle of her thighs and framed her 36DD...
"I saw Cynthia Larsen at the grocery store today. She told me Jack came home to run the family business while his brother, Jeff, recovers from his accident," stated Brenda Johnson to her daughter, Laura. "Jack?" asked Laura, as she suddenly decided to place a can of peas as deeply into the pantry as possible. "Yes, Jack. You remember him, don't you? He's y...
Chapter Nine I woke up in my bed, momentarily confused. After Andrew left, I had gone off to my bed without showering. My skin still had his scent on it, and I only wished I had a way to keep it like that. The worst part was that since he was a client, I'd probably never see him again. Or if I did, he'd probably be matched up with a different girl and I'd...
17 Lis looked out at the early morning light as the rain fell against the apartment window. The color was a deep grey and the rain somehow made the room feel colder. She shifted her legs together to combat the imagined chill. The movement caused her partner to stir. The large black man rolled over and slid an arm over the blonde's shoulder. Lis turned and f...
You wouldn't have thought a flight suit could be sexy, would you? Shapeless, drab green, multi-pocketed, utilitarian, coarse.... But they are.. especially when spread out on a rock in the sun with a naked women sprawled upon it looking at you with a sort of sweaty sexed up smile on her... Let me tell you a story... Many years ago, before the Middle East be...