Authors Note: My apologies for the delay in this chapter. My muse went walkabout and left me with no words to string into the web of this story. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Thank you to everyone left comments or sent me feedback about previous chapters of this story. Thank you also to Margaret who proofread for me. ~ellie ***** Peri and Andie had done s...
She asked if I was hungry. "Starving. Squatting and deadlifting make me so hungry." "Me too." Our town was dry, meaning you had to leave the city limits to buy alcohol. She drove us to a small town which was wet. It was a nice day, a welcome break from the heat. We sat outside on a picnic bench. Our waitress brought us a bucket of beers. We ordered hambu...
Mark Wallace sat at his desk in the warehouse and contemplated what he was needing to do about his wife, Willa. He had the evidence in front of him concerning her affair with her boss, Dale Timmons, owner of Timmons Electronics. Timmons Electronics produced small electronic controllers that allowed computers to control mechanical devices. Some were tiny and...
I was sitting at my desk fighting to stay awake when the loud thud of another falling stack of manila folders snapped me to full consciousness. It took me a second to remember precisely where I was, and when the realization hit I sighed bitterly in the back of my throat. "Everything o.k. Mr. Moran?" The pimply face of our summer intern, James, filled my vi...
It was like my normal Saturday I was out cutting the two-acre lot with a push lawn mower for my dad's boss. It was an eight to ten-hour job back then which paid me a whole ten dollars. At ten years old I thought it was good money. This year was my third and last summer. I was now getting fifth teen dollars. The boss's wife said I was getting too old. My dad...
Author's Notes: Welcome back readers to the eighth installment of my story! There's a lot happening in this chapter, and if you haven't read the previous chapters, you're going to get lost. I don't make much of an effort to explain references to earlier events and characters (of which, there are a lot). You'll see that this chapter picks up directly after...
This chapter and one more, I promise. Thanks for the feed back. Life is a learning curve, your comments keeps me on the right path. ............................................. Part One: Love the ones you're with "WHAT?! I'll do it. Let's just go slow until I get used to the idea." Well, this didn't work out I had in mind, not at all. My girlfriend ha...
*This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned* *Time is not your enemy any more than breathing and your heartbeat are inconvenient* *Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going on. I apologize to Homer an...
When Brigadier General Harmon E. Marshall, U.S. Army, Ret., entered my office, I thought he carried himself with the air of someone used to command. He was tall and fit, with a weatherbeaten face and an erect carriage. "He cuts a very impressive figure," I thought to myself. On his arm was Mrs. Marilyn Hart, a lovely woman in her own right and one of the mo...
Chapter 8. Carly Carly had been my ex wife's divorce lawyer. She was my age or maybe a bit younger, fairly small, a green eyed redhead with freckles that she did not bother to bury under makeup. I liked freckles. At our meeting when my lawyer presented her with all the evidence of my wife's peccadillo's she quickly convinced my ex that her best bet was to...