This is my entry in the Holiday Story Contest. Enjoy! Thanks to techsan for his usual superb job of editing! CHRISTMAS EVE, PRESENT DAY Little Harry Bailey was quiet, and sneaky, and patient. He had turned four the previous July and he had a plan. The other kids were in the family room watching a Christmas special. He was too, sorta. He was wedged in betw...
Ginny Adams was very glad to be where she was, but she still woke up every morning wishing that she wasn't. She had felt lonely when she was living on the family farm; the boys (and later men) around there went much too quickly from being too young to drive to the farm to having already moved out of the area. There was no future for her in working on the fa...
My deepest thanks go to NinaWild for taking on this marathon project. This story does go between past and present, but I do try to make it as easy as possible to understand as it does. ***** The Present... "Mrs. Baxter has asked that you meet at her apartment at six o'clock and requested that you're not late. Dinner is at six thirty and the social functi...
The Experiment Ch. 03: Ginny He must have dozed off, for when he woke there was a pixie sitting in lotus position on the footstool. She could have been asleep herself. Her eyes were closed and her hands rested on her knees, palms up , thumb and forefinger touching. She was taking very long breaths in and out. She seemed calm, but every so often she shivered...
Chapter 1: The Machine Ginny stood before the gleaming machinery, staring at the brightly polished surfaces lit up under the overhead spotlights. She pulsed with apprehension and her body buzzed with excitement. She was floating and could not have felt more alive even had she been directly connected to the power grid, flashes of arousal arcing across her ne...
This is the second chapter of a series. The characters and their situation were developed in the first chapter, entitled GINNY REMEMBERS DADDY. For continuity, it’s better to read that chapter first. Many thanks for your votes and supportive feedback. “Hi, JJ,” purred the dulcet feminine tones into the phone as I picked it up. “This is Jay,” I responded,...
Not exactly a quiet chapter. I had trouble deciding where this one was going. Thanks to my partner for all of his help and the sheep. * "Damn laptop!" came the cussing from the bedroom. Meg walked towards it to hear more cussing stream out of Luc's mouth. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Stupid Windows program keeps freezing up on me," he growled. "Damn machi...
Luc woke in the middle of the night stiff and achy. "What the hell?" he wondered. As he tried to stretch, he remembered. Duke, the attach, Meg and the family meeting. "Damn, what a day," he thought. Luc went to roll over, but Meg was snuggled up tight to his right side. Luc scooted back, stretched a bit more and then curled up around her. He was back asleep...
Chapter 3: Matchmaking At least I had turned the corner. Barbara was no longer hostile toward me. She called me often, wanting to become my confidant. "Where are you taking her?" she asked. I had the evening planned. I even had a late model car reserved, having given specific instructions to Millie and Herman to steer customers away from it. "I'm making r...
One Saturday morning in August, Paul Shea went to his friend Joey's house to shoot baskets, just like he had done nearly everyday that summer since they graduated from high school. This Saturday was different, and it ended up to be a day that the 18 year old would never forget. .............. The sound of the basketball being bounced off of the concrete dr...