***Saturday, September 7, 2304*** When I came down to breakfast Stony handed me the paper and said, "Uh-oh." And she was right on target. About Those Four Points Judith P. Mogumbo — North Porter Free Black Register — Saturday, Sept. 7, 2304 A more serious one today folks. Not to be a drag. Still love our Pharaoh. Still love our girl, our Alicia. Respect...
PROLOGUE This is a historical, but fictional story of the sea war that was fought between the Royal Navy and the U Boats during the period 1940 to 1942, the action is staged at the time when the U Boats were sinking British and allied shipping with little resistance. . The story also refers to DEMS {Defensively Equipped Merchant Ships) which was the armi...
This story is at least 85% true--too bad it isn't 100%, but that's life. * The quinquennial celebration of sloppy sentimentality, coupled with blackmail and extortion, had come upon me again. Another reunion at dear old Alma Mater; how nice once again to see classmates who had far more hair, much less fat, and a great deal more money than I. And hear them...
CHAPTER NINE "Yes?" Caroline paused, thankful that the knock on the door had not caused her to smear the fair copy she was making of the letter in front of her. The paper that the Duke's valet had given her was far too expensive to permit her to use any more than she needed. The door swung open and the smiling face of James Stanhope appeared. Caroline ros...
Alice was swimming hard. The pool of piss and tears just got deeper and deeper and when her feet had finally lost contact with the ground she knew trouble was ahead. Tweedledee and Tweedledum had been washed away some time ago like two bobbing corks and poor Imogen just sank like a stone from the combined weight of the metal that decorated her mouth and pier...
A storm from the south-west was increasing in ferocity when the commander of a naval patrol boat looked through binoculars at a 38ft yacht being tossed around by the heavy swell. He ordered the vessel be contacted by radio via the harbourmaster's office some 32 nautical miles away. "That should work if the sail lettering AV107 is a local yacht," he said t...
"The McCarthy-Prison, huh ...?" the coxswain said, as he steered the boat through the rough sea, "one of the harshest prisons in the world." he mused thoughtlessly. "Why would a pretty little face like you be sent there?" "Suck a fat one." came as an abrupt answer out of the containment vessel. "What do you care about that, you old fart?" The old man scra...
This is my very first story I've ever written since my 80's Freshman-Comp class. I'm an Engineer so I tend to be techno/detailed, hope it does not distract from the story too much. Some of the items in the story are real, some embellished, and some fantasy, I'll let you try to figure them out. This story first started out as a L-BTB and morphed into what you...
This story has no sex. Sorry. It is just a man trying to use his past to understand and handle his present. If you want to leave comments, thanks. If you just want to bash the main character for being a wimp please remember that this is fiction. Thanks. * Did you ever have one of those moments when something that happened years before pops into your mind...
As Deana walked through the open door of their suite on the upper floor of The Club she heard the unmistakable sounds of raucous sex. She soon identified the source of the sounds, coming from the master bedroom. Her husband had guests. She had her pareo draped over a shoulder and was otherwise nude. It seemed that most people moved toward round the clock nu...