As the taxi drives away down the cobblestone driveway Cheri, a petite brunette of 25 years finds herself standing at the bottom of the impressive front entrance to a mansion on Colby Avenue. Ivy covers the red brick walls leaving the large windows shimmering in the sunlight. Small shrubs outline the larger, beautifully shaped topiaries that bring life and am...
I managed to figure it out. Erica wanted me to get myself off in the stands while watching her play in the third round of the Gingersnap Open tennis tournament. I had puzzled over how to make this happen for many hours before I came up with the solution. Luckily I had resolved the problem just before I had to leave to go to the match. I got some very baggy...
"That dreaded moment has come Bron, I need a wee wee, we'll have to stop somewhere soon. Not desperado, but soonish OK?" queried Tina, gazing at the heavily wooded landscape either side of the E80 not long after the Gradina border crossing. "It'll be the first tree we've...you've - had since we started Teen. Good going old gal OK we'll stop as soon as we fi...
It was just after midday when Elvis Mutton drove into the Plymouth Hotel car park on the West Coast of New Zealand in the pink Cadillac with a white roof as personalised number plates, 'MEMPHIS'. Elvis had purchased the wreck from a junkyard in Reefton in the South Island for fifty bucks plus the cost of four new white-wall tyres. He checked in to the cheap...
Chapter Seven: The Arrival Exhausted from her ordeal of the previous night, Pat slept through most of the next day. Her captors woke the violated young woman up at some point in the afternoon, to feed her and Dr. Murray. She had to endure their cruel taunts of whether she preferred the diet that afternoon, or the meat they had fed her the previous night. Pa...
Doing good is its own reward, I've heard. It's true; helping others gives one a certain satisfaction, a feeling that something has been done to make the world a little better. Yet there can be other rewards... I had found myself in need of some of that sense of self-worth in my college days. Life in the dorm seemed so insular, so out of touch with what was...
Brian was returning from a business trip in New York and had taken the puddle jumper from Islip to Philadelphia to connect with Flight 795 so he could get home to Houston. He had spent the week trying to understand what sort of mess his predecessor had left for him as far as inventory control was concerned. He was an engineer not an inventory gnome but wit...
The stress was getting to Carla. Having recently moved from a small town, Phoenix with six 6 million residents was hectic. Her new job, her bitchy boss, the deadlines were all piling on. Having met the latest deadlines, we escaped town and turned off our cell phones. The city turned to desert as I plotted our route up and into the mountains. My lovely wife's...
Every week or so I load up the laundry basket and head for the corner Wash-o-Matic. It's your typical Laundromat. A double row of washing machines lined up down the middle of the store with front-loading dryers along both walls. Neon lights hum and flicker overhead. A sign in the window announces "Wash, Dry and Fold" to passerby's. I lugged my basket into t...
Sometimes sex seems driven by beauty. Sometimes (according to conventional wisdom, the best times) it is inspired by love. But sometimes, it is just spawned from a raw, desperate, crying need. That's how it was for Rose and me. I grew up on Long Island, and the couple next door were an empty-nester Italian couple. Being only 18 myself, they seemed ancient,...