Harry sat down at his desk, signed on to his computer, and opened his e-mail box. The first message was from Ed Slate. It said, "Got the pic. I don't know her, but I know of her. It's a long story. Call me." At that moment he heard Gloria's voice on his intercom. "I've got Ed Slate on line one, Harry," she said, "pick up and I'll be right in." "Olivia, s...
Gloria was glad she finally convinced her husband, Gary, to visit their old friends, the Porters in Orlando. Oh, Gary could be an old curmudgeon, sure enough. Everyone knew that. But even he admitted it would be nice to see the Porters again and Gloria was looking forward to seeing the Potters' daughter and son-in-law at the same time. They lived in a nice...
In case you have not read any of my previous stories, let me bring you up to date. I am a white male in my early 40’s living in the largest city in the southeast United States, Hotlanta. I work for the Postal Service as a letter carrier and the majority of my co-workers are African-American. This is great for me because I love African-American women. Through...
Author's note: This story is fiction; all characters and situations are fictional and any relationship they may bear to any living or dead person is purely coincidental. This is part 2 or a series which is better understood if Part 1 is read first, but that is not essential. The practices and behaviors of people in this story are not meant as examples for...
*To make everyone your friend you must first bury a bunch of bodies* * (This is for everyone who kept at me to work on this story; those who begged, pleaded, cajoled, requested, and that rare one who threatened to reach through the internet and beat me so badly my ancestor, who came across on the Mayflower [yes, I do have a Mayflower ancestor], would jump...
My name is Alan. The plan for this weekend was to spend it quietly with my wife Senda. Our kids had been shipped off to grandma's house.Sunday was my birthday, but we were going to make a weekend out of it. Friday when I got home from work there was a strange car in the drive way. Once in the house, the story about the car unfolded. It belonged to Gloria. G...
Chapter 10 Laughing of the Children When Frank walked into the office the next day the New York financial markets were just opening. In his eagerness to start his workday he'd been a little brusque with Floyd, and that made him feel bad. The older man looked confused with the break in their daily routine. Frank clicked on the internet and breathed a sig...
Sunday morning, Gloria's phone rang. She was nude, sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and absently surfing different porn sites on the internet. Nude was Gloria's preferred state of dress. Since her divorce, she had changed considerably. She left her clothes in the closets and drawers, preferring to strut about her home in the altogether. "Hello,...
My name is Arlene. My husband, Steve told you the first four episodes of this story but then I took over. If you recall, Steve had taken some 'naughty' pictures of me one night when we were fooling around and then I agreed to let him post them to a bulletin board. This led to a lot of raunchy e-mail, hot sex between Steve and I, more pictures being sent, etc...
Gloria had just about had her fill of the Company for whom she had worked for the last five years. It seemed however much you tried to please them it made no difference and she felt overworked and undervalued. Because of the long hours she had been putting in, her boyfriend had ditched her and it certainly seemed like all work and no play. Management was po...