Part the last. Congratulations if you've persevered to the end. Thanks to all who have taken the trouble to comment. It has been most encouraging and good to know so many enjoyed it. Once again apologies for typos. Family life is still preventing me from proof reading the third and final time before posting. It will be some time before I can post another t...
Chapter 22 When It All Goes to Hell the First Time It took Mattie Shepherd nearly two weeks to confer with Bernie McFadden, perform her due diligence research, draw up all the necessary paperwork, get Shane's signatures, and get a check cut for $50,000 out of Shane's trust fund. This suited Shane perfectly, because on the following Monday she went in to wor...
Friday Night "Stefie, are you playing with my silver fox stole?" The enquirer continued moving along the row of furs as she awaited the reply. She would occasionally stop and delve between two furs and check that the stole had not been placed under a coat, jacket, or cape. She was about to call out again when a movement brought her about to face a fur clad...
Cody Daniels was only trying to help her country; she never dreamed things would come to this. She was patriotic and felt compelled to do whatever asked of her to aid in the capture of the terrorist known only as "Roberto". But lying in his bed, bound and gagged, Cody wondered why she let herself go this far in the Bureau's plan to nab the world's most wante...
It is to be assumed that you have already read part 1. Everyone in this story is over 18. We awaited eagerly the arrival of our first clients at the Abadía, and were excited when a limousine bumped its way up the stony track, a uniformed chauffeuse opened a rear door, and out stepped an elegant lady, wearing an obviously authentic mink coat over a black t...
Thank you for taking the time to read this story. Also, an enormous thanks to Claire for all of the editing assistance. Just an FYI. This started with a premise and a dog. The turn it took in chapter two surprised me as much as it irritated some. I simply wrote what passed by as the "movie" played. There have been complaints about the flashback scenes, no...
Thank you for taking the time to read this story. Also, an enormous thanks to Claire for all of the editing assistance. Just an FYI. This started with a premise and a dog. The turn it took in chapter two surprised me as much as it irritated some. I simply wrote what passed by as the "movie" played. There have been complaints about the flashback scenes, no...
At 25 Neil was a virgin. He'd never had a serious date with a girl. Even more unusual he'd never masturbated to orgasm. He'd tried... but he couldn't get hard no matter how much he touched himself. But almost every single night he woke with a rock hard cock spurting into his boxer shorts... and sometimes twice a night. But he could never remember his wet dre...
Doing a skip-run after his feet hit the ground as he exited the diesel shuttle bus toward the electric trolley bus at the end terminal at Woodman and Patterson, George knew the trolley wouldn't leave him, but he hustled just in case it might. The shoulder strap of the guitar's gig bag slipped down his arm and he made a wild-ass grab to keep from dropping it...
Note: Though this is a sequel to "The Wolves of Paris," it is not necessary to have read that story first. "You never kill anyone you want to in a war." -Ernest Hemingway, "For Whom the Bell Tolls" *** June 1, 1944, Paris: 1,440 days under occupation. The streetlamp flickered, but did not go out. A pair of uniforms lurked on the sidewalk up ahead. Riqu...