The relationships we have are threads in a tapestry, each woven together to show the life we have lived and connections we have with one another. This is the second of an open-ended series that will feature characters from some of my past stories, and introduce some new friends for us to get to know. Before you read any further, this is not a direct sequel...
I guess you could say that I'm a survivor. Looking back on it, it's a wonder that I did survive, considering what I went through for the first 22 years of my life. I have survived losing my father before I was 2-years-old. I've survived being dragged all over the country by my alcoholic, drug-addicted prostitute mother. I survived being sexually molested b...
"Incoming!" "Carrie, I think you caused the robot to short circuit with that one. Look, she isn't moving!" "Yeah Tina, I gave robot Becky a syntax error!" It wasn't a syntax error, I just didn't care anymore. I held my head in my hands watching my coke can empty its contents onto my pizza slice because the in crowd chose to have their amusement at my expe...
"Frank raped you?" Mike asked with narrowed eyes, his hands tightening into fists. Jen had gotten home earlier that day. After putting Anna down to sleep, Jen told Mike what happened in Chicago. "No baby," Jen said, soothingly rubbing her husband's chest. "But he forced you?" Mike said, his whole body tense like he was ready to fight. "There was some o...
Pierre and Roxanne have an unwavering love for each other. He is her Romeo, her Mark Anthony, her Samson and her Lancelot; she is his Juliette, his Cleopatra, his Delilah and his Guinevere. Together they are the classic Shakespearean romance. They met in the student cafeteria at the college they both attend. It was ten minutes after two in the afternoon; th...
*Disclaimer: Any persons engaging in any sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older. Chapter 1 Cris Dumas was completely unprepared for Ann Marie's haughty announcement that 'while she still loved him, she just wasn't IN love with him.' "I think we need some time apart," she declared. "You know? Just a little space. Why don't you move into the gue...
A friend of mine remembers a plain, nerdy girl from college. Well, she grew up and blossomed into a hot 'n' horny babe. Now she's making up for lost time, and has written him about it. Please vote and send constructive feedback. * * * * * * Dear Tom: I can't begin to tell you how excited I was that you answered my e-mail. I found you through one of those...
AUTHORS NOTE: This story was written while deployed overseas, and prior to the horrible events of Katrina, which is why New Orleans is portrayed the way it is. Keep the people of the Gulf coast in your thoughts, prayers, and givings. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Where are you?" "Texas." "That's a bit vague, isn't it?" "Probably about seventy miles...
"I can't go back to that house, ever. I won't. No one can make me, and he's gone. I'm by myself. No surprises there." I didn't realize that I was speaking aloud, until someone behind me said, "Pardon me?" I turned in embarrassed surprise. "Oh, nothing," I replied, and hurried away. It was a clear day, not a cloud in the sky, pleasantly warm, a small breeze...
So there I was sitting in the hotel bar sipping a nice single malt scotch while trying to shed the weariness which borders on numbness that comes from sitting for several hours answering wave after wave of the same questions and listening to the same well intended displays of affection from adoring fans. They were full of adoration because of their proximity...