XVII "Thanks, Albert" Next morning at work I got a call to come and see Brian. As I entered his office I thought he looked worried. "No calls," he told his secretary, and closed the door firmly. "How did it go last night?" he asked. "Fine, I thought," I replied guardedly. "Everyone had a good time. I gave George plenty of chances to tell us all how succ...
Hey everyone! I want to say thank you so much for everybody that has been reading this series and commenting, even while I was away for a while. Things just got busy with work and school and life in general, and I had a bit of writer's block too. I'm sorry about that, but seeing that people were still reading my stories motivated me to push through and conti...
Gabi and I left early the next morning to open our gallery and deliver the painting titled Silhouette at Sunset to the buyer, Sam Strickland. He said he had a yacht in port and planned to debark soon. I saw his yacht anchored in the deepest part of the bay. It is stunning, sleek and at least 250 ft long. She glistened in the morning sun and I snapped severa...
Here we are with chapter 7, hope you'll enjoy it as much as all the others. Many thanks to Jazcullen for proofreading and Asylumseeker for editing and the rest of the "guild" for your continuous support and encouragement. I am writing chapter 8 and it is nearly finished however my editor is taking a short holiday and won't be able to edit for a week or three...
"One more," I said as I helped my client with her push-ups. "Good," I lied to her as she got up. The lady smiled at me as she stood. "Really?" she asked. I felt like saying no, that she had done better the day she had started, but her husband was paying for the top tier of our training. Not many people paid for the top level because it was ridiculous to pa...
Agatha came down the stairs and was heading for the front door when she stopped and went to look in the living room. Her husband Ray was there in the living room nursing a cold. The TV was on and he was watching a re-run of last night's college football game. He'd fallen ill the following morning after his encounter with Tibbs which had led to him being like...
Dear Reader, my sincerest apologies for taking so long to post, some mischievous spirit has been having great fun at my expense! I appreciate your patience. The next chapter should be up soon, though I make no promises after that, I assure you I will endeavour to finish the story in a timely manner. Feedback is always welcome. Thank you. It was four thirt...
Again many thanks go out to AsylumSeeker for editing this chapter. Also some gratitude for Jazcullen and Cedar for being so enthusiastic and encouraging (don't go blushing you two, get writing). Feed is always welcome, positive and negative. Enjoy the read and I'll go back to working on the next chapter. Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles: Dominic Saint Ives - Wh...
III "Sorry to hear" On the tube to work as I mulled confusedly over what was happening to me, I found myself thinking more respectfully of Uncle Albert. It seemed the old goat had known what he was doing after all. Apart from anything else, he had apparently saved my marriage. Clearly in FUCK he had devised some kind of sexual super-drug. I compared it w...
This story is a first for me, a collaboration with Mostera1, a well known fellow author. It came about at his suggestion and it was his idea that I fleshed out as the designated wordsmith. My partner provided plot direction and a good deal of detail input, so it truly was a joint project. We also had some useful feedback from PostScriptor as well. Any errors...