Failed Then came an unexpected knock on the door as Linda walked back in. She was with someone. Victor ducked into the guest suite to avoid being seen in his embarrassing maid uniform. But she called out for him, "Hi, honey, hey I've asked the cleaning crew to show you how to tidy up the room. Come here." Victor saw two cleaning ladies enter into the apartm...
Lights off, projector on, time to teach these kids some Calculus. Mr. G projected the first graph from last night's homework on the smart board. "Who would like to draw the derivative of that function on the board?" No one immediately raised their hand, that was normal. Mr. G walked around the room giving them time to build the courage and debating on who to...
You stand in front of the doorway, shivering in the cold that emanates from it. The clothes you're wearing aren't suited for the cold, but you know that soon you'll be somewhere else completely. As you hug yourself for warmth, a Gatekeeper approaches, her soberly-coloured robes offset by a fluorescent yellow hard hat. "Your papers are all in order, Mr....
This story, as the name suggests, is about codes and variations of codes. It has nothing to do with Elgar and his music. I thought of including the translations of the coded messages within the body of the story, but decided that this would take away the fun of solving them, so for those code breakers among you, enjoy. * It had been a rough trip, the guy...
"Jennifer" (surely not her real name) finished setting up the restraints on the four corners of the hotel bed. I looked on as she carefully set the for-now empty cuffs on the crisp white bed sheets. I was fully clothed, but already hard in anticipation of what was to come. "Okay, let's go over the rules again," she said. I responded from my place in the ov...
Decision –or-Two Seconds' Leeway It had been a perfectly ordinary school-day: it didn't stay quite that way. Late afternoon: all students had long since departed for home. Hayley, at 57 the school's most senior fourth-grade teacher, was alone in the main office. She stood at the bank of mail cubbies, idly sorting through her day's receipts, dropping most...
Wank Gough, aka 'The Goughster' here, with some guidelines to help all you WASPs (White Ango-Saxon protestants) out there fulfil your cuckold status. Now, as I'm all about the love, here's a little warning: tetchy WASPs who don't think they're natural and willing cuckolds might want to stop reading here, as you're likely to not be able to cope with ideas w...
Lea got her first computer when she was three. Her dad thought it was a good thing to spoil a kid with because unlike almost any other expensive toy a three year old might want, it might just spark something that would lead to good jobs in the future. The mass automation of human labor was just starting to make itself felt by the time Lea was born and it was...
The last time I remember having used or even seen my old diary was about four years ago, after my husband and I got married and found a new home. It was a new start for me; I did not feel the need to have to mark down every single event of my married life. I was on a path into a new territory, and I would remember everything. Every minute, day, and occurren...
He winced when the truck went over bumps and around curves, he pulled the blanket up to his chin when rain started dripping through tears in the canvas covering, and as sleep was impossible he tried to peek under the canvas and look at the passing countryside. They drove north, he thought, for about an hour, then they passed an air base and he saw troops rem...