Dedicated to my wife's grandma. (Not enough of this story is fiction). Thanks to BarBar for helping me with the plot and characterisation, and to James E. Henry for editing. This story is vastly improved because of their assistance. ------------------------------- Steph grimaced as she peered into her grandmother's room and wondered, once again, just what...
All was quiet when she got to grandma's house—unnaturally quiet; the birds weren't chirping, the wind wasn't blowing...nothing was stirring. The world seemed to have stopped. She knocked on the door. "Who's there?" came a deep, raspy voice, one that Red barely recognized. She suddenly felt guilty at the fact that it had been too long since her last visit....
Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch I was surprised to find out that I liked being a waitress, and after a few days of fumbling trays and screwing up orders, I got to be pretty good at it. My new place of employment was a large motel, restaurant and banquet complex named The Colonial Inn. It didn't seem very colonial through a New Englander's eyes, but it was a nice p...
AN EROTIC PICARESQUE They were quite a trio. Three generations of one family: daughter, mother and grandmother. They were all three together when I met them. It was in a bar. It was unusual enough that the three of them were out on the town together, but then they were an unusual family. Well, Grandma; we're not talking wizened old hag here. This Grandmothe...
Interesting crowd of people assembled. Anne made a mental note to come back one night when she hadn't any plans. She filled the empty stool next to a couple of bickering lesbians and ordered a beer after being told it would be another ten minutes for the lasagna dinner she'd phoned in. The elfin mulatto girl, with the long braids, platinum jewelry and a gauz...
Friday morning "Hey brother wake up," Dustin said kicking my bed. "Stop yelling," I replied holding my forehead. "I wasn't," Dustin answered in a pained voice. I looked around slowly. Busted beer bottles were scattered all over the hotel room. One of the two mattresses was flipped off of the bed springs. What surprised me most was toothpaste all over...
A Modern Family - The Beginning Mom and dad met in high school. Mom was a cheerleader, tennis, volleyball, basketball player, track star and musician; dad a star tennis, football, basketball, baseball player, track and field athlete. He also played guitar. On their first date, both of them just turned 18, they got carried away in their lust. They gave in...
* * * * * (This story is read by Bamagirl (Deb), Thanks Deb) Click Here to listen to Bamagirl read the story. (20 min/RealMedia) You need the free Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * They run through the cornfields darting and sprinting. Dodging each other's grabs and playful slaps. Sue Ann, "Squealed," as Luke grazed her arm with a diving gras...
Twenty years later Janette located her favorite ink pen and name tag from the shelf in her grandmother's living room before grabbing her purse. "Grandma, I'm heading to work now. Do you need anything before I go?" She had been staying with her grandma the past three weeks, helping her recover from an injury she had obtained during a freak ice storm. "No,...
In a land far away and long. long ago there in a small village close by the great wood there lived a girl called Elaine. She lived with her step mother who was surprisingly, and against all the odds in a fairy tale, not wicked. Elaine, and many of the local woodcutters did notice however that her step mother had a wicked grin and equally wicked curves whic...