My name is Tom Rogers and I am 46 years old. My wife Peggy and I have been married since my third year of medical school. I am presently a practicing gynecologist at the Collins Clinic in Springfield Missouri. My marriage to Peggy is a good one. She is a wonderful wife, with only one fault – an obsessive desire to gossip with several other wives about the pe...
FORWARD: The following story is taken from the diary of Dawn Sather-Ridley, who died in Manhattan in 2081. By all accounts, Mrs. Sather-Ridley led an uneventful life as a homemaker and mother. It was not until her diary was discovered after her death that her extraordinary story became known. * * * “Mommy, why do we have to wait here?” The little girl tugg...
I try to post something around the Fourth, to honor those who've served. Please let the length of this little tale be a testament to the respect that I have for all of you. This is a military Pilgrim's Progress, set in World War Two. It takes our hero on the fraught journey from youthful naïveté to adult capability via virtues that everybody in the military...
THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY -------------------------------------------- Sometimes liberating a city can quickly lead to some very liberated behavior . . . -------------------------------------------- They say that Brussels is a dull city nowadays, full of Euro community bureaucrats. Well, I don't know about that, it's been a long time...
Synopsis: Doc was shot by an intruder soon after Peter and Marge left Seattle. They returned immediately, and Pete found himself giving a press conference in the hospital. When they returned home, they received a threatening phone call and a mysterious package. Frightened, Marge called Ted Mining for help. Then Pete went to the marina to close "Love Boat II"...
I had not realised how much I was victim of my childish arrogance until I met Denise. I had been used to being one of the two or three prettiest girls in school, and, being good at games, a bit of a leader. In fact, I must confess that when Mary Holland was made Head Girl instead of me, I was filled with jealousy. I kept it well hidden up to the time when...
The man walked down the Reeperbahn, a wide boulevard deep in the waterfront district of Hamburg, Germany, famed for the St Pauli Girl Brewery. And, presumably, for St Pauli Girls. He walked past sex shops and video stores, with a smattering of trashy lingerie stores that fronted for very inexpensive hookers - usually of the immigrant variety - thrown in for...
There is a periwinkle bulb at the top of a post over the emergency phones, put up to save girls about to be gang-raped by marauding frat boys. Through tears, it splits into four spikes, like a compass rose, and hangs gently in the sky, outside the filmy dorm window. The blue light snags the belly of each tear that she squeezes out: they fall in a steady proc...
They came on a crisp fall morning. Lesya was in her garden at the time, fingers buried in the dark loam. She was checking for frost. It was getting colder every day, and she still had one last harvest of potatoes and beets to dig up before winter weather set in. Standing, Lesya brushed clumps of earth from her hands and shielded her eyes to watch the Wehrma...
Rashoman 6 -- Singapore to the UK -- Part Two When I finally arrived in the evening at Heathrow Dee was there to meet me. I hired a car and the hotel was about 30 minutes from the airport. We booked in and as soon as we got to our bedroom it was like a second wedding night -- but without any of Rod and his 'Mickey Finns', when he spiked Dee's orange juice...