I entered the third store of the afternoon in search of what seemed to be such a simple thing, a thermometer. My nephew needed one for a science project he was working on and it had to be the classic mercury filled kind. But all the stores seemed to carry anymore were the digital readout kind, with a range from only 90 to 110, or outdoor ones made for measur...
First of all I want my readers to know that all of my stories were written for fun. So I hope that they are read for the same purpose. Most of my stories are written as if recalling them from memory. Please enjoy! * It's early morning and Tom is reading a book on the cot that I set up for him next to our bed. I am in the living room on the computer checkin...
I'd been hired to be a part-time nanny for Cathy and John for the school term (John was a professor at my university), but when I arrived a week before classes, John promptly had to fly out of town, and Cathy and I, left to our own devices – pun at least partially intended – got to know each other rather better than I had expected (though not better than I h...
Chapter 3: Watching the Stars Duncan fondly studied the woman beside him. He sure understood how she could feel so discouraged. It had been a tough day. What with her husband abandoning her in the middle of nowhere with a broken car. Then the SOB yelled and sneered at her as a means of feeling better about himself. Helen had confided in Duncan that this wa...
The following morning, Veronica woke slowly from her deeply satisfying slumber, feeling thoroughly invigorated and ready for whatever the day had in store. The previous night, the group of friends had sat outside under the twinkling stars and bathed in candlelight. In the warm evening air, they had all enjoyed another of Stuart and Sandy's delicious meals, a...
Paris, 1952 ‘I am so glad that you could come today, Mon Amie…’ Henriette smiled at me as she sipped her wine. She had invited me to stay for a week at her flat. ‘I’ve wanted you to meet Marie for ages…’ I sat trying not to stare at Henriette’s beautiful friend. Marie had wavy auburn hair and the most luminous green eyes I’d ever seen. She smiled at me, wa...
As he exited the bathroom, she took a fleeting moment to allow her eyes to linger on her naked reflection in the full-length mirror. The skin of her cheeks and around her mouth was still pink and tingling with the force of his grip and she ran a hand from the fading palm print, down her long neck and over her left breast, the nipple continuing to stand at at...
What a waste of a good suit. Not that I hate my job, I'm actually glad to have it. I ignored my studies in college enough to make All-Conference in ice hockey three years in a row. Unfortunately that left me woefully unprepared for a real job, as all I knew was hockey. Being to small to earn a living playing (5 foot 10 and a buck sixty five) I was lucky eno...
Suzanne was my office buddy, someone that I enjoyed working with. We had dated lots of other people, and had spent several lunches discussing why each of our romances never seemed to work out. She was the one that finally suggested we "get together" and enjoy being "friends with benefits." We'd found that we were very good in bed together, and that just made...
*I am now at a point where I can split the story line and pursue a couple of different paths. I would like some feedback on which way to take this.* Thursday! It was Thursday! I had waited all this time to see what Bob and Linda had planned, and it had finally arrived. Well almost. It was only Thursday morning, and I had to get some work done before I too...