I extend a happy haunted Halloween to all. AGENT OF STALK IN L.A is the prequel to AGENT OF STALK IN PRAGUE. Whatever order you choose to read them in, both stories are self-contained, neither betrays the secrets of its sister tale, but I wrote the L.A. story second. PRAGUE was narrated from Clive Mercer's hardbitten point of view, but in L.A. I wanted Mer...
Ian woke at the crack of noon with his muscles feeling tight, slightly burning as if he'd just gotten back from an intense workout. 'Though...' His eyes popped open in surprise when he realized his body wasn't sore. In fact, he felt refreshed --like he'd just slept ten hours instead of less than half that. He noticed his newest companion was awake next to hi...
It had been a hell of trip sailing from Larochelle to Casablanca to the island of Tenerife in about week of shifting November winds. When endured ten days of storm the captain threw his hands in the air and said "we're dead" and headed below deck and only peeked out the hatch a few times per day to check on me and the large ships that floated about the rugge...
Author's note: This is the final continuation of a very long story. It won't make sense to you if you haven't read all the rest. I'm sorry, but the numbering of the epilogues is a little confusing. The part labeled "Epilogue 1" contained two sections of epilogue, and this last part (labeled "Epilogue 4") does as well. Parts 19 and 20 were written for my ow...
This is the third and last of the "Letters from the Attic" series. I hope you enjoy it. Jill stood in front of the bathroom mirror, turned, and posed. She didn't think of it as posing, more like an extensive visual check-up. She liked what she saw, finally. She was in the best shape she'd been in years. The tiny white thong she wore was beautiful. It was a...
Maria Hernandez walked into her grandfather's old cabin. She sighed and took her coat off. She started looking for someplace to put it, but soon frowned. The rickety, old furniture her grandfather had built along with the cabin was not where it should be. I turned on the light. She flinched. My revolver was trained on her. "I hope you don't mind, but I dus...
"How are you doing, Dad?" I smiled and shook my head. We were at my daughter Bethany's wedding reception, and she was asking me how I was doing. Say what you want about my ex and my relationship, but we did pretty good in the parenting department. Either that or we were awfully lucky. It was probably a little bit of both. "I'm supposed to be asking you tha...
Freebird! Eddie Nesbit could not carry a tune under the best of circumstances but with only the uncaring wind to hear him bellow, emulating Ronnie Van Zant was not the hardest task. Above the hearty drone of the 351 Ford motor pushing him up the mighty Mississippi in an old Ski Nautique, Eddie and the late Van Zant sang their hearts out in praise of the als...
Part 2 — Service Provider Before beginning, please read Part 1: Mother's Helper, The Black Diary. In Part 1, Janice, a hot and sexually frustrated single MILF, is riddled with guilt over her poor parenting of her hot son Matthew, a high school senior. Matt discovers his voluptuous mother's unquenchable penchant for sex and punishment, and quickly increases...
I: Brigid and the Patriot's Day Parade "Thbbb! ... Th-thbb!" He licked his lips and tried again on next group of sixteenth notes, pressing against the mouthpiece that felt like a block of ice no matter how much he blew into it. Even through his full-length wool uniform, and the long underwear, he could feel the frigid wind knifing right through him. It...