After Lorraine handed the customer his change back, she wiped her sweaty brow and face with a handkerchief and drank some water from her bottle. She sat back down on a folding chair next to her friend, Beth, in their tent booth that shielded away the sun's bright, glaring rays. People strolled up and down Center Street, occasionally stopping by to purchase s...
Characters appear in this story that are property of DC comics. I have used them in honor of the comic series and admiration for the characters. All other characters are original creations of the author. This story is original, though makes mention of events that happened in the DC Universe. This story contains adult material of a sexual nature. If it is ill...
Characters appear in this story that are property of DC comics. I have used them in honor of the comic series and admiration for the characters. All other characters are original creations of the author. This story is original and is in no way tied to any of the canons of the DC Universe (to save myself the grief of working with time lines). This story conta...
The annual Super Hero's Ball was normally a rather boring affair. The hierarchy of the Super Hero community would gather in their cliques and their teams, speaking so highly of their exploits while giving condescending pointers and tips to the less famous Super types. As you would imagine, Superman was the ringleader, playing his silly, sophomoric practical...
Author's note Hi everyone, I've been away for quite awhile due to some personal issues, among them writer's block. So this story has been long in development. I cannot emphasize how grateful I am for your patience, Hollywood Jim's adventures now continue! ***** Jackie Morrison was at the forefront of another big Hollywood production. She'd seen how our b...
Author's note and acknowledgements This story has sat on my hard drive for four years now. I wrote it, all twenty chapters and 95,000 words of it in eight days of a frenzied, near trance-like state, sitting on my couch with my wife's laptop. She would occasionally have to remind me to eat. When the dust settled, and I looked up, I realized a couple of...
It is a cold and brisk Thursday evening in Washington DC. I just finished an 8 hour class learning about something work related, but throughout the day I was unable to concentrate. My mind kept wandering to what was in store for me this evening. I took the taxi back to my hotel, and met Will in the hotel lobby. We walked to the room together so I could chang...
Note from the author: My stories are usually Interracial. So if this offends you or not to your taste, you should not read them. The characters in my stories are not based on anyone that I know of or events that I have experienced, also most of the women in my stories are well endowed in the chest area. So if this is not what you like, please don't read....
Authors notes: This is a short story I began years ago but never finished. I found it among some files long forgotten recently and wrote the ending. It is among my earliest writings and of a more terse style than I have evolved to currently. Be aware that there are some quite intentional sentence fragments and other grammar breakers. I choose to leave them i...
This chapter takes place immediately after Chapter 1 *** Back to the Present *** Sunday night after Melody left to return home. Anne confronted DC. "You could have told me you had a girlfriend." Anne's voice held nine parts simmering righteous anger and one part broken heart. "Before this weekend I didn't have one. Technically, I still don't." "What, s...