This is an original work by Zeb_Carter and is protected under (c) copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only being submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author. House Calls -- Part IV I sat watching Susan work. She was trying to save the limb of a patient who had been bitten by a wild dog. Mauled,...
It was hot as Hades. Yet the ground was still saturated from almost 10 straight days of rain, grass too wet to mow. Irony. I was standing in the dining room looking out the back door with a cup of coffee trying to figure out the weather. Winter had been mild but longer than usual, summer was looking to be a wet one, and hot. Hot as Hades, did I mention that?...
"I can't help but wonder about you," Michael whispered as he watched Emma sleep. He'd met her a month ago at a nightclub and they'd hit it off immediately. He was disappointed to learn, however, she never went out during the day. She had a night job, she rarely got out of bed before eight p.m. and was in bed by no later than seven a.m. the next morning. H...
When Emma phoned me she sounded desperately unhappy but would not say what it was, just that she needed to talk things through with a friend. Emma had been my partner in circus skills classes for over two years and we had got to know each other pretty well. She wouldn't have asked me to come over without good reason, certainly not knowing that it would invo...
It all began this one summer, a few months after I turned 19. I had just finished my first year of university in a small "university town", as they call it. I signed a house lease with 3 other friends for the next school year, and we had to pay rent for the four months of summer even if we weren't going to live there. My three friends had all left for home...
The brush was laid on the desk beside Juniper. It's tarnished silver glinting in the twilight streaming through the door. A hand lay on her shoulder and turned her on the stool. Juniper gasped as she looked at herself in the polished silver of her mother's mirror. The luxurious amber hair was piled atop her head, elongating her fine bronzed neck. Her cousins...
The name is Stephen Channing. At first glance, I seem like your everyday average guy. I stand six feet two inches tall, lean, with dark brown skin and pale amber eyes. A proud son of Mother Africa and the British Fatherland, that's me. My father Luther Channing was an Englishman, my mother Edwina Franklin was African-American. They met in Boston during the s...
I'm going to make sure you stay dead this time, Ceylin Uygur said grimly as she swung the sword, swiftly decapitating the towering zombie whom she once called dad. The thing that had been Erol Hurrem fell and lay still, but his severed head still moved, his slavering jaws still twitched. Three days ago, fed up with her stepdad's constant physical and verbal...
Its not often that I am completely tongue-tied, especially after over 400 hundred years of talking at all opportunities. This was one of them. I stood there with my mouth open and my brain in a whirl. Here he was, alive, my god more than alive. "He still looked incredible", remarked the part of my brain that never seemed to sleep and always noticed these thi...
Chapter 15 Divided Highway "Okay, pull over here," Detective Sgt. Collins said. Lauren put on her hazard flashers and pulled off the road onto the shoulder. "Be careful getting out," Collins said. "They'll clip you." The shoulder was wide enough for Lauren's cruiser, but just barely. Collins and Carmen, who was riding in the back, carefully opened their...