Set in New Zealand with NZ spellings and idioms. * CHAPTER 1 Roman Gulliver called himself a businessman. Some women with a penchant for straying knew him as an adulterer. His former wife who'd vowed never to say his name again described her 'ex' as a mean bastard who'd made her account for every dollar she spent. Cynthia his mother acted as if the sun sh...
Why in the world had he taken a job teaching at this shitty high school? Oh that's right, his unit had been called up for Iraq; he'd come home eight months later and he didn't have a job any more. His fucked up former employer had used some legal loop hole to, "eliminate his former position". He'd talked to the JAG officer; he wasn't in a union or a non-exem...
Chapter 11: What Shouldn't be Said Tessarie wrung her hands warily as she watched the kobold and human's hands. They held their touch for several moments before Keiter finally eased back, clasping both of his little claws around Leslie's hand in a show of friendship. The older woman ran her thumb across the back of that top hand, maybe memorizing the featu...
Mrs Reilly's Victorian-era house was considered one of the finest in Brewer: made of Kasota, the premier building stone of Minnesota, it featured colonial revival lines with an off-centre tower and Tudor arches. The attendance at the widow's afternoon tea was big, fully 30 or so ladies, all divorced or widowed Moms. And all so very well-dressed, in their w...
Steam | Chapter Two | Departures Snow drifted in fat flakes from the sky, gathering into soft, cold piles that they marched through in lines. A geomagus led the procession slowly through the hip high drifts, holding his metal gloved hand out before him to feel for fissures beneath the endless field of white. The falling powder built up atop the shoulde...
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WARNING: No much sex as the heroine is too busy working... CHAPTER 1 Brunette and with a fine figure largely concealed under unfashionable clothes, Milly Houston entered the office of newspaper editor Matt Easton, aware this was her last-chance interview. Although she worked hard and her output was considerable, her work lacked real flair and was considere...
Part 6 of 'An Avenger's...' a Black Widow series. This story takes place prior to the events of Guardians of the Galaxy and before Age of Ultron. ***** "Ohhh Nat, that is sooo good!" The old barn creaked around the two women, orange light permeating through the worn slats as they made love. Deep brown eyes rolling, she could just make out the ajar door t...
"Hello?" "Hey darlin', how are you?" "Better now. What's up?" "Do you have any plans for tonight? Would you like to come out and play?" "Mmm, I'd love to. What did you have in mind?" "I have a surprise for you. There should be a little red bag hidden under your bed. Take a look now." He waits a moment to let me get to my bedroom. "Do you see it?" "Yes,...
© Sir Will 2005 Lisa looked around her at the big dimly lit room. The dark bookcases, the pictures that hung from one wall, the heavy velvet curtains pulled tightly shut and all but deadening the sound of the heavy rain which fell outside. How had she got herself into this bizarre situation. Oh how she now wished she had listened to her friends, to her husb...