Part 11 --After the events of the last modelling shoot, Dan and Hayley must formulate a plan to fix it, but it isn't an immediate remedy. *** Parts 1 -- 10 available through my profile. Please feel free to leave feedback and comments. ***** Hayley arrived back at the flat in record time, a mixture of uncertainty, anger, and concern about what Franco wou...
This is part of a series so trying to jump in without reading chapter 1 will probably be difficult. ========================== Detective Riley resisted the urge to slam the phone down, and lamented that was one of the few disadvantages of modern cell phones; old plastic phones could withstand an angry slam or two from an average person, but slamming a cel...
"Well this can't possibly be right." The GPS insisted this was the address, but the house was falling apart and obviously deserted. "I know I put in the right address, exactly what Zach said." She grabbed her purse from the floorboard of the small rental and retrieved her phone, pulling up email to make sure she hadn't made some mistake. He'd said it w...
The plan was set. Angel was going to fuck Greg tonight. Alicia explicitly instructed her to wear a bra, panties, skirt, and top. I wore regular clothes. We got there in time for their pasta dinner. We sat Angel and Greg across from each other. Neither of them knew what we had planned. Angel wore her tight translucent white blouse with a bright red lacy bra...
Favourite thermal dark blue night pants? Check. Favourite shirt of Javier's that smells just like him, his cigar smoke, his post-lecture sweat? Check. Carton of pre-pitted Deglet Noor Dates and a bowl of honey? Check. Laptop with The Man from U.N.C.L.E. loaded and ready? Check. Perfect recipe for a night in. That is, until there came a soft knock at the...
New York Sunday we slept until noon, just enjoying the closeness of our bodies and the time to talk about nothing. The afternoon was filled with a matinee movie and a trip to another book store but the day didn't really begin for us until we found an expensive French Bistro on 3rd Avenue at 7pm. We had arranged to meet Amelia at 9pm in the "Club Paris" nigh...
I scanned the club from the end of the long bar. I saw the table of my wife's co-workers, she wasn't sitting with them. The dance floor was crowded but you couldn't miss him. He looked like he just stepped out of a Harlequin novel. Long flowing black hair, dark tan and the top two buttons of his black shirt unbuttoned. He must be a gym rat or work constructi...
I knew the moment Leah Finley and her daughter Samantha moved into the small house across the road from me that my life was going to take a very interesting turn. I'm Ken Yates, and I live in a semi-rural area outside a mid-sized Southern city in a small house located on three acres of land. It's not too far from where I work the second shift as a foreman...
"I like your costume." How many of the celebrants must have told her that? Why couldn't she believe in herself more? "The skirt's broken." Zipper problem in back. Nobody would have noticed if she hadn't pointed it out. Her hair trailed down back as she turned around. Halfway to her waist. The curve of her back. Her fitted shirt. Shiny. Was it sticking to h...
I don't know if you've ever read those things in Reader's Digest, that feature they used to have called "My Most Unforgettable Character", they may still run it, I dunno, never read it any more. Anyway, I thought about it the other day when someone mentioned during conversation when the topic had moved to our favourite subject, "Whatever happened to Pat Wy...