Melissa was good, and she knew it. She was ten years out of the Academy where she'd graduated with the second highest rating for a woman, ever. She was also, ninth overall in the Academy's training records at Quantico. She'd been the principal investigator on many high-profile cases involving nearly everything including racketeering, robbery, forgery, the wh...
My name is Jacques, but most people call me Jack, and being a tour guide in Old Quebec never had any advantages, until now. Quebec is a city everybody should visit once in their lives, not just for the following reason. My latest group of tourists had the usual blend of older folks, families and college students. As I scanned the group before introducing my...
If It's Got To Rain, Let It Rain On England Sandra looked out at the wind driven rain as it beat a staccato against the window. She sighed, the weather only deepening her depression. Why couldn't he have been a better man, she thought to herself, then things may have been different. But no, over the years he had turned into a drunken, crude, slob who though...
The continuation of Alexander and Kate has been difficult for me to write, with some personal things in my life tearing me from writing for too long. In truth, this chapter sat unfinished for a bit over a year until I was able to bring myself back here. It was a bit awkward to try to pick it up again and complete it without scrapping everything I had. I shal...
ISABEL Chapter Three Orson pulled up to the curb before the hotel and braked to a stop. They had spent nearly two hours in the alleyway, and during that time he had fucked her four times. Isabel had also sucked his cock twice. Now he was letting her out at the hotel and preparing to leave when she was hot for more. Turning to him, she reached out to run h...
PT. 5 FRENCH WHORES MAKE THE BEST WIVES (OUR USA VACATION, MEETING WITH PUBLISHER, JEAN'S TRYST WITH PRESIDENT JFK, OMISSIONS FROM THE WARREN REPORT, NEWLY RELEASED DOCUMENTS) FRENCH WHORES MAKE THE BEST WIVES INTRODUCTION {The teller of this tale, Gaspardo Del Tornet, talks of his life experiences. Gaspardo is a French citizen born in Aix-en-Provence o...
Morning came, and the smell of breakfast filled the apartment. I'd taken a few cooking classes way back when since my parents never did teach me. I was decent. I scrambled some eggs and cooked some sausage as well. Soon enough, I was scooping it out onto a couple of plates. "Morning, Joanna," Shawn's voice said as he came out of the bedroom. He had a bad c...
Chapter 1 It all started when my husband Rob decided it was time to get a real Internet connection. The dial-up we used to have had been making him crazy, the sound of bits and bytes whirring inside the cable, but all that was whirring was our money, sucked up by an internet-connection giving us the speed of a snail on tranquilizers. So we opted for DSL....
Barely, Washington kept his composure as he stepped out. The lieutenant nearly slammed the door behind him, possibly hard enough to knock some of the letters off. He realized that was exactly the type of reaction that Braxton and her lackey were expecting from him. He shut the door as he normally would, noticing that Barbie was still standing out there in th...
The first thing I felt was a gentle breeze drifting in through the window. Still half asleep, I knew I was naked under the sheet and so was the girl sleeping next to me, one arm across her body resting on my chest. I cracked an eye against the bright sunlight streaming into the bedroom and glanced over at the clock. It was already past noon. I sighed, closin...