Chapter 23 As soon as Linda had left Stephanie spoke up again. "Marcy, minthe over to the bed right now. We have no more time to wathte. You heard my mommy the doethn't want to get dithapointed and I thwear if you dithapoint you won't only have to fear whatever the has in mind." Stephanie threatened with the crop in hand. Maybe if Marcy did a good job she...
In my last little tale, “A Big Mistake”, I am sure you all were wondering at the end what the mistake was. It could have been me letting Marilyn egg me on to strip and then wait for the pizza delivery, which I surely wasn’t expecting. Or, it could have been me trying to surprise my husband dressed in just apron when he came home, only to find that three of h...
I was walking down a path, not too far from a park down by the river. I had my little plastic bucket and it was already half full of big juicy Fall blackberries. It had been one of those perfect years, nice warm Summer rains for just one day with 10-12 days of sunshine in between. Then in late August the rains had stopped. The berries were the size of quar...
He was up against a deadline but she had other ideas. This is entirely a work of fiction. FELIX He sweated over the deadline. The publisher had finally lost patience and his agent was on his back so here he was, holed up in a beach house located in this deserted out of season resort. He got up, he wrote, he snacked then wrote again, he went out to eat di...
Fiona smiled as she signed the delivery drivers tablet. It was another package from Victor. This was was smaller than the others. She wondered what kind of outfit it contained. As soon as she handed the tablet back to the driver her phone range. The display showed Victor's number. "Have you opened the package yet?" he asked. "How did you know I have it?"...
Miss Bradshaw was a very independent and capable woman who had her own small village grocery store. She had run this store with the help of two part time serving ladies for twenty years, and was a well-known figure in Little Piddlington. Miss Bradshaw was a stocky broad shouldered brunette who had a deep voice and a throaty laugh. She walked with a large pur...
Chapter 4 -- Cargo Description: Human Female (Revised) Recap: As this is chapter 4, reading chapters 1 through 3 would materially help the reader understand and enjoy the plot. Chapter 1 has been recently revised so if you haven't read it recently, rereading would be helpful as there were substantial additions to the plot. In particular, the new version det...
Joe Palmer pulled up into the concrete driveway beside the home of his son Damian and wife Candace. After an unbearably silent hours' drive from St. Louis that ended only ten minutes prior to reaching this destination, they made peace. Of sorts! Engine shut off Joe glances over at his daughter-in-law and fidgets, "I'll stay long enough for you to download t...
Early last year my boyfriend of ten years and I broke up briefly. During that time, I dated a guy for two months which really upset him so when we got back together I told him I'd do anything to make it up to him. I was very apologetic as it was a silly thing to do and he agreed that I would have to do some things to make it right. We always had a very adven...
(Special Thanks to Annie Jones for her help in editing my very first story and esp Daisy) * Our taxi driver was loading our luggage into the trunk of his taxi. His hands were huge -- I could not believe the size of his hands, especially his long thick fingers, like cold, hard, black steel girders radiating out from a well-engineered foundation. He greeted...