SO FAR: A jobless and sensitive young man becomes innocently associated with a bubbling woman in her late forties who lives alone on a vineyard out of Auckland, New Zealand. Nash is attracted because she drives a beautifully re-built and upgraded 1939 Chevy pick-up and with ease draws him from his 'shell'. Hope Honeybun's interest in young Mr Carson is that...
Chapter Thirteen: Band on the Run I looked up into the blue eyes of the cloaked figure that hovered over me and waited for her to make her move. I could see that an inner mask had been sewn into the hood of the cloak that she wore. That mask covered the upper part of the face of the young woman, hiding her identity. Her red, lips were swollen almost as if s...
I was gallant and let Mandy, Sarah and Kimberly go first; we all followed Mandy up to the second floor of Max's place. As I walked up the stairs I realised that this might be the last night I would call this house my home. I had left many places that meant a lot to me, but for some reason this time felt even more important than usual. I knew I could come b...
It had not only been one hell of a day, it'd been one of those days that make you think about changing careers. I wasn't sure that Jase Conrad Investigations had a long future, at least, not if I had many more days like this. Surely, somewhere in Nashville, Tennessee, there was a rich widow who needed a live-in someone to polish her pipes, so to speak. I've...
Chapter 1 The girls, Candy and Sue, had their weekend all planned. They each were inviting a friend to stay the night Saturday night, and planed a great time. Their boyfriends were going to pick them up and all of them would squeeze in to Bubba’s Dodge, they would hit the road and let the good-times roll. Sue and Candy were sisters and one could tell it a...
Warning - I like reconciliation stories. If you´re looking for burning bitches, willing cuckolds, consensual swinging, wife-sharing or detailed sex scenes, you´re wasting your time with this story. Like with my other stories. Thanks to SexyGeek for editing help. Any errors still present are probably mine because I´ve fumbled around with it afterwards. *...
This story begins on a quiet Saturday afternoon. I was getting ready for soccer practice. Brad was on a recliner, reading. Brad was my boyfriend at the time. I had been living with him for about a year. I had met him on a blind date. A mutual friend had set us up. Neither of us was looking for anything long-term. We ended up living together. But our living...
"You need a lawyer." We were at my kitchen table. Josh, Amber, Sara, Julie, and our newest member, Joyce. Julie, always thinking business, was the one that spoke. "Why?" "Because sooner or later you're going to broach a subject that will piss someone off enough to sue you. It happens all the time. Mostly they care about money, sometimes they just want to...
Copyright 2009 by madengineer3 This story is pure fiction. Any similarities in names and places are purely coincidental. The story starts in the late 1950s. To quote MrRobbur: "No words were harmed in the writing of this story." For me, high school was a very bad experience. I wasn't rich, wasn't an athlete, was a bit on the heavy side, and wasn't the sh...
My fingers moved quickly across the last of the raised dots. "Allison" my fingers read "I've been looking all over town for you! You have company at home. A young man all the way from New York. His name is David Noyes. 'Thank you' cried Allison and waved her hand. She hurried, and when she reached Beech Street, she ran all the way up the block to her hous...