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...
Joe drove. Barry sat silently in the back. I shivered in the front seat, huddled against the door, alone with my thoughts, alone with my confused feelings of shock and disbelief. I totally didn't know what to think. It must have shown on my face. Joe reached over with one hand, took mine, and gave it a squeeze. He was still holding my hand when we turned off...
"What a day," I mumbled from the back seat of the police car. It was the first time I was ever in one. The narrow legroom, bulletproof glass and handleless doors were enough to make anyone claustrophobic. Add to that the fact that I was hung over and still a little hazy as to why I was here, and it was unpleasant to say the least. 'Can it get any worse?' I...
CHAPTER 1 Control of the town of Pike's Point midway up Charlotte Inlet towards its terminal at the industrial city of Mornington had been in the grip of the of the James family for thirty-two years. This was the sixth election that the Pike's Point Progressive Association had failed to attract a candidate to stand against the next-in-line James male. Cur...