Isolated in the mountains above a tiny village, the two-story stone manor was both austere and foreboding with its narrow barred windows and high-arched heavy iron doors. In the rear of the manor were myriad gardens accessible to visitors from a walled stone walkway leading out from the main hall, except for one garden that a roof-high iron cage guarded comp...
It's academic after all. A late starter fronts up Meredith was the daughter of two academics and her aim was to follow them into academia. A stellar high school career followed by academic success led to successive steps until she became the head of faculty at the age of 38. She was back in the same city she grew up in after short stints at universities...
Chapter 6: Tonight You Belong to Me Claire Belfield's husband, George, was in a sweat as he climbed the stairs in a brownstone on West 24th Street. He hated climbing stairs. Was she home or was she out? Maybe she wasn't home yet. He always liked it better when she was home. If she wasn't home he'd have to wait for her, and any time he spent alone in the bui...
George lowered himself slowly into the cool water of the pool; the feeling of relief was immediate. Not that the heat of the day was that bad (somewhere in the high 80's) –the real relief was centered in his no longer swollen but still very tender scrotum. It hadn't been that many days since he'd been clocked in the nuts by a softball traveling at near 80 mp...
Doing a skip-run after his feet hit the ground as he exited the diesel shuttle bus toward the electric trolley bus at the end terminal at Woodman and Patterson, George knew the trolley wouldn't leave him, but he hustled just in case it might. The shoulder strap of the guitar's gig bag slipped down his arm and he made a wild-ass grab to keep from dropping it...
'So I was to be the best man. Great.' George Mason was still confused about all of that. Sure he had known the groom, Brett, for years; they sat next to each other in school. But since those days they hadn't been in contact. Darn, school was a lifetime ago. George had run into Brett by chance two days ago; they had some drinks at a bar, and George ended u...
This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos. In memory of my aunt. A slut of epic levels and magnitude. And a heart of gold. ------- Amsterdam Holland 1966. It was Margo's first time out of Greece, and she was excited. She had been apprehensive at the airport waiting for George to pick her up. She spoke some English, but her French was better;...
The Examination Emily excused herself, and went quickly up the stairs, wondering with excitement about her examination. She had never been examined before. Not really. What would it be like? Would she be horribly embarrassed? Would it hurt? Exactly what would the doctor do? She entered her small study, closing the door behind her. Two windows lavishly drap...
Lucia looked around at the happy smiling faces of the rich and beautiful. They were here to see and be seen. Her Sunday outdoor ritual had been going on for two months now. There was only one more month to go and her genealogy study for the government would take her to a new place, a new set of surroundings, offering the same empty and unfulfilling experienc...
George reflected on the past weeks; a girlfriend dropped out of the sky, and he enjoyed the laid-back Colorado lifestyle. He was also happy that he was not putting in twelve to fourteen hour days. Other than feeling the need to get the Society's project further along things were great. George and Paul and Samantha did meet and prepare a plan and forwarded...