As with the last story, this is not a part of the chronological story of Heather, but is a part of the story. I miss her a lot. ***** I was sitting in a traffic jam on I95. I was on my way home to work. I had gotten off at 3:30 and it was only 9 miles home, but today it was taking forever. It was the weekend, and it was a gorgeous summer day. Most of the t...
Mom met me at the airport and this was just the first of several surprises I received during my short visit to the old homestead. I knew that mom neither drove nor did she even have a car so, she must have taken a cab to the airport and cab fare was never cheap. I obliquely raised the subject during the ride back to the city. "Hey mom, you're living the lif...
The weeks since Raven's birth had flown by in a blur and it was only in quiet moments like these that Max was able to sit back, relax, and put the pieces together again... The trek back down out of the hills would always be largely a blur he thought - except for certain moments. One such was Alli's cousin's triumphant return with most of the trade goods he'...
I met Bobbie on a trip to Jamaica. She was sweet and compassionate, and friendly. Me, I'm 22 years old, was at a wedding, and saw her in the bar one night and chatted her up. Granted, there is the age difference -- Bobbie was 69 years old -- but something about her struck me. I'm drawn to older women; they're easy to bed and eager to please, no questions ask...
Why do I always get stuck doing these kinds of things, after all, my older sister would be moving into granny's house now that granny had moved into the assisted living facility. Of course I knew the reason, granny was perfectly fine with allowing Eve to live in her house with her furniture, but she didn't trust her to leave her personal stuff alone. I hope...
Phone rang early on Saturday morning; I was still asleep, it was my weekend off work and wanted a lay in. I wasn't going to answer it but when I looked at who was calling; it was my brother's home number. I answered the phone, "Hello," in a groggy morning voice. It was my brother's wife Tracey. Tracey was twenty-two and an athlete, a four hundred meter run...
Drummer Boy: Bat Out of Hell II: Back to Hell Howdy boys and girls! We're finally back in Tarterus! And they say you can't go home again. Enjoy! * * * * * "Okay," Leanne said. "That's a new one." "You've never heard of this Thing in the Way?" Jason said. "No, I haven't," Leanne admitted with a thoughtful look on her face. "Does explain a few things...
When people see her, they see a strong, successful, persevering young adult that has done well in the shadow of a rocky past. Sometimes, she likes to think that's what she is; other times, she feels as if she has let down the image that everyone so strongly believes in. It is the fear that she struggles with each and every day. She is a small town girl. She...
Drummer Boy: Bat Out of Hell II: Back to Hell Hello again, ladies and gents, Lady D here! I'd hoped to get this a bit earlier, but you know, holidays. Nevertheless, let's cap this year with the next part of the tale. Enjoy! * * * * * Jason found, to his surprise, that he wasn't falling. Or rather, if he was falling, he was doing a rather poor job of it. I...
A foreword for my readers. I have some sequel ideas & suggestions from a private reviewer. I'm not sure if it's worth it. Rate it, and I'd love some suggestions where to go! -Jefe * I arrived home from work after another day of underpaid ridiculousness at the plant, wanting to do nothing more than have a quick dinner, & perhaps a hummer from my wife Wend...