XIV "Ducks in a row" The following morning, as the radio news was telling us that the hot fine weather would finally break today, Wendy and I discussed the situation again, and she offered me some advice. "Get organised, James. Get your ducks in a row. [An interesting choice of phrase.] You can't just lurch from one unforeseen crisis to the next." It was...
I love waitresses. I grew up in the northeast, where diners are everywhere, and learned at an early age to appreciate the edgy, smart ass attitude of diner waitresses. That, and the shirtdress uniforms, either button up, or zip up. The waitresses who knew where their tips came from would usually show some cleavage, and, if they had passably decent legs, woul...
Peter Edgar was very rich and very famous. Both came from his late father. He, the father, created the fortune by developing software, scorching and buying up competitors, and shipping it, bugs and all, until it obtained dominance in its market. The money, and the fame, came to Peter, an only child, when his parents died in a Gulfstream crash in 2012. Soon t...
We were all up early the next day: Pam and I to get to work at TCI, and René to head off to her classes and rotation. René dropped a bit of a bomb on me just before she left, "Steve, I should have mentioned this last night, but it looks like I might have a job just outside Boston after the end of the semester. I have to do a residency, just the way doctors d...
XXXVI James "Henry Ford" Walker The previous evening -- that is, the Thursday -- instead of visiting Fran's I had gone straight home from work to rendezvous with Wendy and Alicia. We had our stuff already packed (not that we needed much) and set off in high spirits for my weekend party at George's. Kylie wanted to join us but was under strict orders not to...
It felt so refreshing as Sally eased herself into the Jacuzzi. She'd been playing tennis at the Club with Alice and Fran and now it was time to relax and have their traditional girl talk before going to a restaurant for lunch. She'd known Alice since high school and they and their husbands had formed a close relationship. Fran was new to the group. Two month...
I saw the flashing lights through the rain, thinking what a lousy place and time to break down. I slowed, but in this area, I had to be cautious. Someone was in there, and appeared to be waving to me, so I took the chance and pulled over. The figure jumped from the car, running to my passenger door. It was locked, but when I saw it was a woman, I released...
Another Winter Holidays Contest Entry. Please vote! This is a story using my characters from my Bored Fran and Fran's Further Adventures series. It stands alone and you do not need to read the others to follow along but feel free to do so if you wish. There are elements of BDSM in the story but it is in no way a BDSM story. Jim-43, Friend of Fran and John,...
These tales are by no means True. They are fictional fantasies from a mind so lurid, no one's off bounds. By no means did we intend any disrespect for the ladies engaged in lurid sex and speaking obscenely. Hopefully, those women will enjoy the naughty story written especially for them. * * * When the network I work for as a camera man throws a bash for t...
July 7, 1988 was a day that would live in infamy, at least for one family in the sleepy town of Colonie, New York, for that was the day when things started to go awry in the previously quite normal split level on Mariner Drive. The house had been the home of the Whitten family for the last eleven years. The Whitten family numbered four; son Brad who was in...