Vanna and I talked every day for the next couple of weeks. I really liked her. She was so excited and frightened the morning she could take the pregnancy test. Her mom was with her again. She waited for me to get off work and the three of us had dinner scheduled at her apartment. Everyone promised to have a good time whatever the results. I so hoped I would...
I sit back from my computer with a yawn. Stretching my arms over my head, I steal a glance at the wall clock. 18 minutes until freedom. Time has felt like it's been moving backward this afternoon. I've been staring at the spreadsheets on my screen for so long that they're starting to blur. I rub my tired eyes and let my mind wander to my Sir, wondering how...
I stayed in the shower for what seemed like too long. No matter how much I rinsed my mouth, the harsh, powdery taste clung. Defeated, I finally got out and dried off. I walked into the bedroom to see that he had gotten out the rope and was busy tying lengths to opposite bedposts. Once again, my pulse was in my throat. "Can't I... just... stay still?" I ask...
'Well then, enjoy your drink.' The handsome stranger at the bar smiled at Sylvie and raised his glass in the air. He was drinking whiskey, she noticed, which wasn't helping her at all. Sylvie Adams had been in this situation many times before when working on the road and she knew how it was going to end up. She had sat there, still dressed in her work gear...
*ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE ABOVE THE AGE OF 18* It was a long school year, but it was finally over. I had just finished taking my last final of the year and was walking up the aisle of desks to hand it in to Ms. Rhodes. I figured I would end this year with C's and D's like last year. But none of that mattered to me now because it was summer and I cou...
***All characters are over 18*** Trisha stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, chewing her lip, deep in thought. The petite cheerleader was clad in only a bra and a thong, her perky, 32C-cup breasts snug and bulging in their bra, round and ample in contrast to her thin waist. The red thong hugged her slender hips, tight against the faint bulge of Tris...
We'd been invited to my friend's place on the Island for a special party. Very special, let me tell you. I'd not been over to see Reggie since Ember moved in with me six months ago. Ember and I took the Queen of Alberni, the ferry working the Tsawwassen crossing near Vancouver. Traversing the Georgia Strait didn't take long. We disembarked at Swartz Bay, and...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is fiction. They are not real people. I had a tough time deciding what category to post this in, but settled on this one. When the door slammed upstairs, Bob reached for the remote and turned up the volume a little. He'd heard it enough times to know that the shouting was only going to escalate from here; it always infuriated Jo...
The dreadful call came shortly before 3:00am, on a moonless Tuesday morning. Simon Cooke senior had passed away peacefully in his sleep. My father had long suffered the effects of cancer. Tonight, he was released from his pain. "Hello." "Mr. Cooke?" "Speaking." "Mr. Cooke, it's Anne Richards at The Turning Leaf Hospice, I regret to be the one that has to...
Two more months passed without a word about Anna. Peter had taken the video to the police and they assured him that they'd continue to work on the case. In the meantime he spent hours on the "NET" talking to people about Anna and asking them for any help they might be able to give. Several said that they traveled quite a bit for their jobs and would keep an...