Chapter 17 Val & Joe Do Some Lines The weekend following their return from eloping, Val's parents threw a party, ostensibly for them, but Val knew it was really a business meeting for her father, who was seldom doing anything else, the real party would be held during the Christmas holidays, with the entire families of Joe and Val attending; in effect,...
November 1981 Sally Johnson paced the floor at the massive old funeral home where in a few hours her stepfather, Ted Bissett, would be eulogized before being buried at the huge cemetery nearby. Sally was waiting for Ted's best friend Matt to arrive with something that might make the day go a little better. The previous days had been emotionally draining f...
"Welcome back to the Club, Sue. I've just thought up the most fabulous game for us to play..." *** Jean always went to the Club alone. She was not ashamed, precisely. It was just that none of them understood. She knew that Ororo, Betsy, and even Jubilee went there, but they were just looking for a good time. They'd bought into Emma's snares. Jean, she kn...
Hunger Games Friday night out clubbing is kinda of a tradition, we always start out the night at the same club. On Friday nights I go with my roomie Ricky, we start with a few drinks then we go our own way. "Hey Carla, aren't you ready yet!" Ricky said as he was breathing down my neck, in the bathroom. "Don't fucking start Ricky, I don't want to get into...
Many thanks to Angel Love for editing this story. * My name is Raymond Dahl. For many reasons I'm an average Scandinavian guy though most people would regard me as an unusually lucky guy until I became involved in serious problems. At the age of thirty-eight I had most of what people dreamed about. I was proud to have two nice daughters, a lovely wife, nic...
Salam (Hello), my name is Shahnaz Tabrizi a.k.a. dokhtar dewane (Crazy girl), I am your eyes and ears into Tehran's party and sex orgies underworld. On this blog, I am your navigator into a world of intrigue, betrayal, lust and power. With my fair skin, yellowish-blonde hair, big hazel eyes, slender frame and round butt, I am a popular party girl, but I refu...
Jill Barnes paced nervously on the front porch of her large secluded suburban home near Dallas. In one hand, she sipped a margarita, while she smoked a cigarette with the other. Music from the party blasted through the house and into the back yard, and, from the TV room downstairs came loud sounds from a group watching a college football game, the final ga...
Ever since the crack epidemic in the late 80s, the black community has seen some tough times in Washington, D.C. Gun violence, drug abuse and prostitution was a daily occurrence in the streets. It was hard for single mothers since most black men in the hood were getting locked up, strung out on drugs or in prison. They had to do what they had to do to surviv...
Julia had been living a double life for almost a year. What was supposed to be a brief extramarital affair with Ian had mushroomed into an intense liberation of sorts, a voyage of sexual discovery. Ian was everything Julia's husband Steve wasn't. Fit, confident and successful. At 28 he was six years her junior, a two-time Olympic medalist in the triathlon....
December 1980 The club's annual Christmas party was winding down, and Sally was feeling very little pain. She'd been tossing back screwdrivers most of the night with her mother, while Sylvia looked on, nursing her soda. Sylvia was her mom's official driver for the night, since she was still too young to drink, and besides, after seeing what alcohol was doi...