Thank goodness for New Orleans. I badly needed the break and my husband Philip was back in one of his moods leading up to the trip. Which means he wants to talk about "the subject" again and I have shown no interest (well, complete avoidance would be a better way to put it) whenever "the subject" is broached. Every couple of weeks or months the pouting and g...
It was 3:40 pm when Mrs. Julie Darlene Mason got out of the taxi at the Omaha, Nebraska Marriott hotel. It was a raw day in late March. A steady rain was falling as the bellman lifted her small suitcase and escorted her to the check-in desk. There, she identified herself and was given a key to her husband Gary's room. Once in the room, Julie had the bellman...
Chapter 01 My name is Bart Jamison and I'm an Accountant for a family-owned construction company. My wife Sandy and I met back in college but didn't become serious until after we were both out of school and were hired by the same company. We married and I went to work for the Gilbert family construction company, owned by Raymond Gilbert, his wife, and daugh...
Tod found it difficult to stop stealing glances at Marlena as she did her makeup. He could tell she was nervous and tried to hide it with the intentness she devoted to adorning her eyes. Tod was not just aroused, he was in a slow boil. Anticipation had been building all day and had become an ache in his groin as Marlena emerged from a longer-than-usual showe...
Part 1, the Loss Laura's view My discussion with Kathy was over. As far I as I was concerned the decision was made. I was out. Totally out. The account, the profile, the e-mails, the fake ID, and all traces of my involvement with this whole damn thing would be closed and/or deleted within the hour. We agreed that it would never be discussed ever again, a...
Pt. 2: Wilhelm This story is dedicated to wilhelm jacob. :) Thanks for reading. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nearly a year has passed since I had first laid eyes on Tavon and made him into what he was today. His beautiful body lay softly pressed into mine as we slept, his arm encircling my waist. He was still and silent, but I could see the horrible dreams t...
(This story is a continuation. It isn't necessary, but you may wish to read the first chapter, "Surrender at Loon Lake". In either case, enjoy.) No secret agency has ever devised a torture that can torment you any worse than tortures that are of our making. I hadn't intended to put myself through such hell. If anyone had told me that this was to be the...
Sunday morning When she awoke it was still dark, though possibly the darkness of near dawn. There wasn't any real indication of that, just a feeling in her gut that indicated a new day was near. As her eyes quickly adjusted to the gloom, she began to pick out the dark shapes in the room where they'd shared so much. What they'd shared... What they'd shared...
When I first met her, she was just a tomboyish-looking kid: prepubescent, full of energy, and mischievous as you could ever imagine. I was 13 years older than she was, I later learned. She walked into the open casting call for Disney that day so nervous she trembled uncontrollably. She didn't get the part she was reading for that day, but the producers like...
From the power of her thrashing, I guessed Sommer must have been on the tenth level of pain. The men spoke in their own, Maori tongue. Shorter popped the leaves into his mouth and began to chew, while he also helped hold the girl still. Her eyes rolled back and she gasped for air. Now that she was under control, Taller dug his knife into the sole of her fo...