Ch 02. Michael and Hazel. Michael had never had much success with the female population. At college, he always stood at the back of the room and watched his mates flirt and dance. At university, he came out of his shell a little and dated a few times, but he always felt the girls accepted him because no one else asked them. He had been a change of life, af...
Author's Note: Sorry it's taken me a while to get this chapter up and running, I messed my back up a long time ago and every now and then it decides it needs a vacation. So it means stuck in bed with pain pills and muscle relaxers. It doesn't help when you share that bed with a 10 month old puppy of pit bull blood, that thinks my husband and I are it's pare...
When my mother, Beatrice Jeannot-Durand, A.K.A. Granny Bea, sat me down and told me that I was part Wolf, I looked at the tall, slender and dark-skinned old Haitian woman and resisted the urge to laugh in her face. After all, this was the woman who partially raised me, and even though I didn't always care for her cryptic statements or bitter, cynical sense o...
Welcome to the gym of lesbian wrestling. You've already met Peggy and Judy, now meet the other wrestlers.What's next? Peggy "Wonder women" Willis (The Champ) Judy "The girl next door" Carlson Gail "Jailbird" Rain Jennifer "The Amazon" Martin Ashley "Babydoll" Jordan Shiko "The ninja" Akimi Helena &...
Greetings one and all, I'm JT, short for Jon Thomas. I'm over 150 years old. As a mortal I worked for enterprising ladies who sought to sell their most personal and private possession. I would coordinate, facilitate and if necessary intimidate on these ladies behalf. I worked the streets in London England, in Brothels of the old American west, and finally in...
"Do you think this is a good idea? We have been going to our usual place for so long that it seems almost as if we are abandoning old friends." "But, Ava, we all decided during our last meeting that we wanted to try something new and Kayla suggested this place. She said that their food was really good and it was a place that catered to mostly women so we co...
Sitting at the table across from Florence Joseph, Sebastien Renard watched her eat. The big and tall young Haitian-American man smiled wistfully. Things were going pretty good. Here she was, having dinner with him and his grandmother Cecilia. Also present were Florence's younger brother and granny. Sebastien played the part of the congenial host, loving ever...
Prologue 1969 A Funeral Anjelica Harris narrates I was late. I had flown in direct from Washington DC, leaving at first light and landed in Conrad, MT, mid morning. I called a cab which got me to the church, which was completely packed, standing room only, every single seat taken. That was only to be expected, of course, Joe Harris was always the most po...
All of my writing is fiction and the stories and characters are all products of my imagination. They were created for my fun and, hopefully, your enjoyment. Some of the events in the stories are not particularly condoned nor encouraged by the author but are there to create and enhance the story of the imaginary characters and their lives. Comments are always...
As Cindy arrived home from church...she thought about all the errands she'd have to run and the fact her parents were expecting her to visit and to listen to them rehash their senior citizen bus trip for the eleventh time. The good thing about church was the feeling she got when she felt the world come off her shoulders for a little while. She wore a multi c...