I had just returned from four days at our Roseburg, Oregon plant to my office at headquarters in Tacoma. I checked the daily reports on my computer then looked at the time. 4:25 P.M. Friday afternoon. 5 O’clock couldn’t come soon enough for me as I really was looking to get out of this suit and tie and get comfortable and mix myself a tall rum and coke. I wa...
This is a revised version of my original story. I have taken the advice of some of the comments and removed some things not pertinent to the actual story. I want to thank those who enjoyed the story and those who offered constructive criticism. I also had included an admonition that this is a fictional story and if one doesn't understand fiction, to look i...
"Sarah?" shouted the voice, "Sarah, you in there?" It was Bruce! She ran to the door to see his smiling face pressed against the glass. She opened the door and saw that he had unbuttoned the jacket to show his broad torso covered in a blue denim shirt and the crash helmet and both panniers by his feet. "Was it ever hard to find you!" he laughed. "You sca...
"If you can't spot the sucker in your first half hour at the table, then you are the sucker." - Mike McDermott, Rounders/ Space Station Ta'Landra, Casperian Sector: The Caitian male strode into the casino as if he owned the place, his mahogany tail swishing with anticipation, and his ears twitching as he listened to the sounds of the flashing gambling mach...
COPYRIGHT 2017 by Richard Gerald This is a sequel to my story Unfaithful. The title comes from the Cole Porter song. Vickie did the editing, and I believe you will agree did a good job. The end has a tease for the next story. * The small black figure lay on the hard-green material of the cot. It was hardly the bed you would choose for a dying child, but...
Christmas Eve... Debbie Radcliffe almost dropped the tray of homemade cookies and milk that she held as she stepped into the dimly lit living room. Only the hundreds of tiny multi-colored lights on the Christmas tree and the faint yellow glow from the street lamps filtering through the windows illuminated the sleeping pair, but the sight was enough to cause...
47. A Very One-Sided Battle. Grigory stood in the turret of the Greyhound, holding the fifty-caliber machine gun. He was waiting for the first Humvee to reach the intersection of Appian Way. He could not believe his luck when he saw it stop for the traffic signal. He gave the go signal to the driver and his men and they converged on the small convoy. His m...
It was exactly 5:00 AM when she finished her daily aerobic and stretching exercises. Anita wiped her face with a towel and picked up a water bottle. Anita sipped from it as she walked into the bathroom to admire her black leotard clad figure in the mirror. At five-five and weighing 125 lbs, Anita is a small petite woman with an incredibly strong compact da...
Prelude This is story will make much more sense if you read chapters 1 and 2 first. However, if you don't have time, this is the story so far: Alex handled a project for the Sultan and was invited to the Sultan's palace to discuss more work, where he enjoyed several of the Sultan's dancing girls (Ch. 1). He's now on his way back a second time to sort out a...
CHAPTER 1 Thirty-year-old Hal Pearson's divorce was finalized and it was goodbye good-time Melody who had got away with half of his assets and was back at her dance studio and screwing her financial backer, a married guy. Sure Hal was bitter, having lost three years spent unwisely married to a hot bitch that soon tired of being with him exclusively, altho...