Up until today I would have told you that I had the best possible life. I was married to a wonderful man, I had a job I really loved and I worked with a terrific group of people. My husband, Jeff Parker, and I met through mutual friends shortly after I had finished college. We've been married for 6 years and, as far as I'm concerned, they have been 6 years o...
Continued from part five Ow...arugg... Liz? You're not Liz... The door... It's just too far over... I twist harder, willing my eyes rightward, summoning every available ounce of strength - I must find out... It's no use: the gag straps holding my head to my restraining pole simply dig that much more painfully into my cheeks - I haven't a prayer of se...
*** At the time I finished the last part, I had some ideas for what to write next, but those ideas are long forgotten, and I don't feel I could tell a good story for that portion, so it does feel like there is a gap in the story. Please ignore it as best you can. *** After that summer, I left as agreed, and life kind of went back to normal. I stayed in to...
Chapter One Gone Crazy Would nothing ever be the same again? The answer was no! Grimly, I glanced away from the mile-long line of people waiting for a handout of food from the FEMA wagons. Once again I made myself the promise that I would not be one of those people. I hurried on, but as usual, my appearance in town attracted notice, because I always brou...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Chapter 11 - Nikky Dave sauntered down the hall in the Administration Division. He was well-known, and so the presence of a vice president in the utility in the trenches was obvious and highly noteworthy. He made a few false turns, and then found what he was looking for. He stuc...
Seated at my kitchen table, I was attempting to explain a practical application of solid geometry to Kitty Vaughn, a high school junior who was one of my math students at Thayer High School. Like a number of her peers, she was floundering due to the teaching methods of Esther Hirschberg, the student teacher with whom Dr. Fiorelli had saddled me this semester...
Having spoken to my editors and other people, apparently Ha Ha is not as well known as I thought. All persons playing a game of Ha Ha lie down on the floor, each with their head on the stomach of another player, everyone connected like dominos. The first player says, "Ha." The player on whose stomach his head is resting says, "Ha Ha." Each player adds an add...
She came hard. She came fast. She came loud. Louder than she'd expected to, at least. Louder than she'd intended. The rapid in-and-out breathing had turned into a repetitive series of increasingly high-pitched "ohs" as she'd begun to crest, and she was borderline ultrasonic by the time she hit her actual climax. It wasn't that these squeaks and squeals wer...
I'm not sure when it hit me; this was almost the same trip we'd started the year before? Then it occurred to me: when does one journey end, and the next begin? Then - as now - we'd spruced up the boat, loaded her up with fuel and provisions. Then - as now - we'd left midcoast Maine and sailed south for Massachusetts Bay, bound for the Cape Cod Canal. Then -...
What had I gotten myself into? Where was my mind when I agreed to this? Were they even still here in the room, or had they left? I shifted position slightly, feeling the coolness of the room on my naked skin. There was no sound and yet there was so much. I could hear the hum of the air conditioning, the faint sounds of a TV somewhere else, but nothing that...