Dysfunctional families come in all different shapes, sizes, and forms -- and as far as any family goes, mine was no more or less dysfunctional than any of the other families that grew up around me. Nevertheless, we certainly have had our fair share of dysfunction, and my older sister, Gail, is the perfect example of that fact. Even though we were born six y...
"1988 Jaguar, XJ 6, Dark Green with Tan Leather Interior. 142K Miles." The ad was forming in my mind as I stood in the garage looking at my wife's car. We'd had it since '93; she'd picked it out at a Cadillac dealership. The plan was to buy her a new car, but when she saw the Jag...well, that was her car. We had been married three years by then, I was doi...
How do you define horror, dear reader? I mean true horror, the kind that rips a mind and soul apart. Is your horror supernatural, with extraordinary creatures lurking in the shadows and mystifying forces overwhelming us, but beyond our ability to comprehend? Or is horror more banal in its origin, stemming from human weaknesses and failings, from generations...
Monday 16th November 1998, Invincible Bar I am starting the morning routine in the Bar. It was initially a bit upsetting for me when Mike and Frank hired Veronica. Long before Frank's time it was me who supported Mike through his bereavement over losing his Wife Amber. Things became very tough for a while and there was other temp bar staff for a while. I...
Andrea Knight -- currently the only female merchant bank MD in the City - wrinkles her nose in contempt, sighs and stamps an expensively shod foot in exasperation. Meanwhile the object of her ire, a certain Mr Hain, makes his way across the marbled atrium of Fields Bank. Given the chance she'd ban the annoying man from the premises, but the chairman, Sir Jon...
"Don't you get tired of watching people with money?" "That's what we all do." That's all we do, you know, we sit in our living rooms, bitch about not having any money, while watching people with money. Yet, because we sit there hour and after hour, day after day, week after week, month after month, and year after year watching rich people on our television...
I am Ryan Kelly and I have a good window cleaning round in Shepperton near London... I have about twenty properties I do in Burlesque Road which took me a while to build up so being friendly with prospective customers was my aim. But not to the extreme of anything more than accepting a cup of coffee and a biscuit from a couple of the widows who liked some...
True to her word, Evie and I were fucking like possessed demons early in the morning. She was still wearing her ankle bracelet and her hair was still in a tight French braid. We became more and more uninhibited as our lovemaking progressed. She loved me feasting on her tits as I slid my fingers inside her pussy. She gasped as I moved them in and out and ligh...
My face pummeled the couch, muffling my cries, until he ripped me from the couch and threw me on the floor, slamming into my pussy again. I can still see his face, glistening with sweat, eyes full of something darker than aggression, something that looked suspiciously like hate, staring as though he was looking through me at something else. I was really surp...
Chapter 3 The White Rabbit Kim found herself, still naked, her back propped up against a cold stone wall. It was pitched black, only the barest flicker of light seeped past the perimeter of a thick metal door. Her eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness and in the penetrating gloom Kim saw she was confined in a cell of some kind. There were iron shackles o...