"Hello, Honey, I'm home," I called out in my best Ward Cleaver voice, as I came through the door. I was dead tired from crawling around in basements all day without my partner to help. My partner had stayed home without telling my why. Thank heavens it was Friday. I walked through the house, calling out Suzi's name as I looked in every room. She wasn't home...
My thanks, as always, to ErikThread, who stuck with me and this story to the end. Lots of rewrites and fixes and discussion about what was missing or awkward, but in the end, we got there. It goes without saying, any errors or omissions are mine alone. * Second Chance: Ch.28 Bonnie Simpson and Brent Gordon were married in the Lutheran Church in Castlegar...
This is the first of a series of short stories about Lord Fletcheour and his realm of Vicmarian that existed almost a thousand years ago in the extreme northern part of what is today Great Britain. Early in the eleventh century the world was very much a different place. Lord Fletcheour was Lord of the manor and had acquitted his title and grant to his land...
Author's Note: This is a part of an ongoing series that is spanning through multiple genres, but most notably it is located in the Loving Wives section. For those that are not frequent readers of that particular section, let me assure you that this story is not your normal one in that area of the site. While I invite new readers to catch up with the ongoing...
The chilly breeze hit me immediately as I got out of the car. Randy and I had just driven to from our home in Rancho Mirage, where the April temperature was in the mid seventies, to the mountain community of Idyllwild which was at least thirty degrees cooler and enveloped in cloud cover. One of Randy's college friends, Dr. Stan Thompson, was getting married...
Dear Readers my name is Sahebji. This incident took place over a decade ago. I received a letter from my friend Raju insisting that I visit him. He further added that I would not be disappointed. I did not understand what he meant. Raju was my fellow student while we were studying for our undergraduate degree. We had come to know each other well but our as...
The music, pounding through my body, was like a deep massage, and dancing was sweet relief after the day I'd had. It'd started stressfully and my feelings of tension had grown exponentially all day. At the crest of this avalanche of small troubles crashing in on me was my ex-wife, who was on my case about missing a payment for my son's piano lessons, which I...
Late autumn, and once again I find myself sitting in the corner of a familiar cosy hotel bar on the edge of the small seaside town of Rye in Sussex. For longer than I care to remember, I have visited this same hotel twice a year with old friends John and Pete. We used to come here to go sea fishing, but we decided a few years ago to give that up. Now in our...
Don and Jackie Phelps were overextended like a young couple should not be. They both had expensive tastes and liked to live beyond their means. Despite being married a little over three years they were mired deeply in debt. It looked like they would lose the house Jackie's parents had put the down payment on for her as well as the cars. Bill collectors phone...
Author's Note: Consider this an alternate reality story in which Queen Victoria Alexandrina (1837 – 1901) of Britain, Scotland, Ireland, Empress of India and Defender of the Faith lives a domestic discipline (DD) lifestyle with her beloved Husband Prince Albert as the Head of Household (HoH). The story is set relatively early in their marriage; Before the Qu...