I was orphaned at age 11 and thereafter raised by Uncle Frank (my Mom's brother) and Aunt Viona, whom everyone called Vi. They were pretty awesome and gave me quite a bit of independence yet expected a lot from me. Uncle Frank had been an Air Force PJ, a Para Rescueman but his knees had gone out. He served locally as a Chief on the small town fire department...
By Denham Forrest, writing as Misnomer Jones Tempus Frangit, Capitulus VI For the next few months, I was forever expecting Professor Pemberton to suddenly appear out of the woodwork, but she didn't show. To be honest, I could not understand why she would want to visit me anyway. Eventually though -- probably because she didn't put in an appearance -- I...
I was recently given a 'promotion' by the company I worked for. Did you notice the quotation marks around the word promotion? I included those because it was a really iffy promotion. I was being despatched to the hinterlands to try and turn around a store we had in a mall. A few years back it had been a going concern but recently takings had dropped signific...
CHAPTER 1: FALSEHOODS I had taken to calling her 'Vi', short for Viper of course, but if any coworkers asked me who I was dating, I could tell them it was short for Violet, or Victoria. She didn't seem to have a real name, or at least none that a human tongue could pronounce. Her visits had become routine since discovering that I lived in the same city she...
The recent erotic adventure with my future wife Debra and her sorority sister Lila had left me exhausted and somewhat humiliated. It had been several days since Deb had come to the student center where I work part time in the exercise complex, and I feared what her attitude would be towards me when she did come back. It was early in the evening on a Wednesda...
The following events happened during my last trip to the shops. On this particular day I'd just gone down to the local corner shop which is only two minutes away from where I live. This shop always has everything you need, plus it doesn't have the long queues you can get in the supermarket. And, as an additional bonus, the shop-owner Vi, a talkative lady in...
Chapter 08 Slavers search for sexy Sarah The morning light flooded the ceiling with gold as Sarah lay listening to the sounds of The Court. She had slept late and the cottage was silent after Cliff had left for work. The morning breeze flowed gently in and out of the windows on each side of her lazily lifting the curtains over the bed. She stretched lux...
This was an experiment in producing a story without dialogue, delivered as a series of monologues. I thought it was boring and didn't work, so I was going to shelve it but a few people liked it, so I hope some of you will too. There is infidelity and reference to sex but no actual bonking descriptions, so if you want something for the wankbank, give this one...
My name is Paul, I am 45, married, to Carol, we have a small house in the suburbs, our small luxury is a swimming pool which is situated at the end of the garden. The elderly lady Vi who lives over the back is 65, her husband had passed away 5 years earlier. One day while I was working on the pool she stuck her head over the fence complaining that the pump w...
Ch 03 Blowing Cliff Away Taking Sarah by the hands Vi led her out into the atrium. Music filled the space with an old English air conjuring up country gardens and dancers upon the green. A platform decorated with flowers had been placed in the center of the atrium and steps led up to it. Coverly thumped his staff upon the floor, the festive crowd surrou...