Carl Slater, one of the most promising young prosecutors to come out of Harvard Law in the past decade, had suddenly had an epiphany. His first few cases had been open and shut; the defendants were guilty, there was no gray area, and justice was served. Then one day, a young man came through the courtroom, protesting his innocence, with a good alibi. Despite...
Okay. Be warned - very little actual sex in this chapter. It's setting up what comes next. If the joke about the club's name being "The Adler" but the girls calling it "Polly's Place" went by you, see if you can find a copy of a book titled "A House is not a Home". The Austin-Healey 100-6, if you're interested, was produced from 1956 to 1959. As Jimmy says -...
The sweat trickled down Lillian's flushed cheeks as she curled her fingers tightly under her thumbs, her small fists concealed by the loose cotton smock as she prepared to punish the drawn face leaning over her. Only inches above the child's trembling chin, the ten year old bully looked around at the other girls for assurance then turned back and with a snee...
Qataris aren't supposed to be broke, working at Tim Horton's just to keep a roof over their heads. We're supposed to be wealthy and powerful, that's my western friends say when I tell them that I was born and raised in the City of Al Ghanim in Qatar. I try not to roll my eyes as I remind them that not every person in the oil-rich regions of Saudi Arabia, Qat...
Jill and I have been married for six years. We met when I was 32 and she was just about to turn 30. I am an active duty officer in the armed forces, she is a nurse that also serves part time in the national guard. For the most part we have been happy. Jill has somehow managed to maintain a body that would put many 18 year old girls to shame. At 36 she stil...
The dominatrix looked stunning standing there before him. "Out of your clothes bitch!" she demanded. "You know what your purpose is here." He undressed as fast as he could, nearly tearing his clothes off. "On your knees slave!" she demanded as soon as his clothes were removed. "I gave you no permission to stand before me." She circled him, eyeing him as s...
Brenda hung up the phone and leaned back in her chair, wishing she were somewhere else. The dealership has been busy for a Friday and, as Sales Manager, she had been going from one deal to the next all morning, supervising the sales of various Chevy vehicles. Her head ached and she longed for the end of the day, the promise of a glass of wine and a hot bath....
A story by wendi marie st.clair She was looking at girl's blouses the first time He saw her. Of course, most of the world wouldn't have seen her as a "she" at the moment, but wearing her flare-leg, hip-hugging jeans that were obviously from the junior miss department and the androgynous purple t-shirt that showed that she shaved her body, she looked like a...
A visit to a mid-week art gallery opening had stimulated our cultural appreciation and the free wine on offer had relaxed us both. We stopped off at a bar after viewing the art and were enjoying the warmth of the evening and the impact the alcohol was having on the stress levels we had both built up during the first three workdays of the week. We sat on bar...
Linda tried to regain her wits as she rose off the door, her head swimming from wine and breath still stolen by the musk in her throat. After a few steps she decided she was in no position to make a decision tonight and had better sleep on it. Tomorrow would bring a clearer head and a better view of exactly how messed up things had gotten. When she arrived...