This is the third chapter of the "Jamie The Black Sheep" story. I hope you enjoyed the first two. If you're starting on the third, I suggest you move back so that you can meet the cast of characters. ********** "We're fucked." I heard Ryan say it, but his words couldn't cut through my overwhelming sense of dread. Ryan and I were naked and still sweaty fro...
Hi all, Happy holidays everyone. :) A little more of the story to carry you through a cold winter. Enjoy! psyche b. 18. Investigation Kelly's mind spun in a thousand different directions. Memories, questions, fears and suppositions clanged against each other to create a painful din inside her head. She watched Conlon walk away from her as she tried to ge...
8. Disappearances, Dates & Documents The next day, Mary woke before either of her guests. She sat in the kitchen with Maureen, sipped coffee and tried to wake up. "You look exhausted Miss." When Mary came down in the morning, Maureen usually sat down with her and had coffee. Today, the older woman looked as though she had something she needed to say. Mary...
BILL & TED'S EXCELLENT ADVENTURE "Kneel," Barbara ordered as I entered her office. I sank to my knees as four sets of eyes stared down at me. "I wish I could get my people at City Hall to do that," a woman laughed and I recognized her immediately. It was Joyce Cooper, the mayor of Wildwood. I'd met her once before when Barbara had taken me to her home for...
"… I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall--I will do such things,-- What they are, yet I know not: but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep No, I'll not weep: I have full cause of weeping; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws, Or ere I'll weep." Shakespeare King Lear II,iv,278 "Revenge sho...
copyright April/2010 I hadn't really thought or planned to continue this story. I felt that the first one was complete and finished at a good place. You can blame or thank, which ever, Denham Forrest AKA The Wanderer for this continuation. At the end of his stories he always writes "Life goes On" and when asked explained, to me and others, that the lives o...
Odo navigated his way through the brush, aided by the sun. It was deep morning now, but a few hours ago the sky was red, when the clouds were grey wefts that looked near brown in the red warp of the bloody sky. Now the sun was near its apex, the sky a clear blue and scant a cloud was in the heavens. The environment was peaceful, calm. Birds began to sing in...
A femme fatale story, inspired by the stories of Edgar Allan Poe, traditional New England sailing lore, and the myths of Ancient Greece. *** My name is Captain William F. Lowell, son of the wealthy shipping magnate Samuel Lowell of New Bedford, Massachusetts. I took the helm of the merchant vessel, Valkyrie, which, having departed from the city of Boston,...
Part 7 - New Ideas, New Risks Chapter 12 - A Possible New Direction I looked back on that Vermont day in the following weeks as the high point of building my relationship with the women. The bonds that were forged seemed incredibly strong as we worked together to make the company a reality. There were ups and downs. Emily got into Amelia Jenkins College, a...
What a week it has been! I feel as if I have embarked on an amazing, sexually transforming journey. I find myself working for my husband as his personal assistant. The job title did not really do justice to the role I found myself in. I had gone to the job interview wearing the barest minimum that could be defined as work attire and it obviously influenced...