Chapter 21 Pulling the TriggerCarmen picked up Shane on Monday morning at Alice's old apartment on North Harper Avenue, and when they arrived at the conference room, coffees from The Planet in hand, they were surprised to see Marybeth Duffy sitting next to Lauren. They both had their laptops open. "Good morning, park your butts in your chairs, let's get goi...
Larry diMedea was deeply involved in a report for his firm when his wife Juliette stuck her head into his home office. She held a phone to her ear, "Honey," she said, "it's a booty call from Scotty Birnbaum. You want to come and watch?" Larry raised his head with a grin. "I'd love to. You know how much it turns me on watching you get fucked. Unfortunately,...
my Master informs me that today i will go through a rigorous training as His personal puppy & dog... "Today My pet, you are just that. you will speak only as My puppy. you will perform tricks & provide Me with amusement, my pet. you will receive treats when you have done well & you will be punished when you do wrong. Do W/we understand one another on the ex...
"We'll go into the rubble and shoot-a the bastards." The band of the brotherhood of the Camorra emerged from their hiding places. Tough, hardened, burly Neapolitans, dressed in black with roughly tailored jackets and bowler hats, the distinctive tattoos of their brethren on their knuckles. "Really, there's no need. Leave them to fight it out amongst the...
Finally. Friday night. I walked out of my office building in midtown Manhattan, and crossed the street. Two blocks down, I found the door to my favorite bar - a traditional Irish pub in the basement, underneath a popular new Asian/fusion place. I plopped onto my usual stool, and Pete gave me a pint of Anchor Steam. A first sip, a handful of pretzels. Life w...
I awoke curled up in bed with Jonathan, so pleased I had messaged work that I was taking the day off sick. We were lying in the spoons position, me with my back to him. He had given me a beautiful, sexy night dress to wear to bed. This was hitched up to my waist since he had made love to me a couple of hours ago in the position we were in now. We were both...
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"Honey, I'm ho-ome," I called up the stairs in my usual sing-song voice. "I'm upstairs!" Following the sound of her voice, I found my wife, literally, in the closet. The master walk-in is a huge affair with a small bench at the center and Julie, my wife of three wonderful years, was standing behind it with one foot on top as if she was mounting an enormous...
It's often been said that you find out not who or what you think you want but that which you need when you least expect it. I find this to be true, mainly because it happened to me. The name is Khadra Al-Jubeir and I was born in the City of Jeddah, Saudi Arabia, to a Saudi Arabian father and a Somali immigrant mother. As a Muslim immigrant woman living in th...
I followed Daniellah, trying not to walk like an old man. I was stiff from too many hours of interrogation and my ass still ached as a result of Livshitz' style of interrogation. Daniellah barked out instructions in Hebrew to several security people as we walked down the corridors of the airport. This was the part of the airport that travelers never get to s...