This story might have some plot holes or factual errors. This is a fictional story after all. If you want to nit-pick on it, fine, do so. --- 'Tim, are you coming or not? It's nearly seven!' Eric leaned against his car, asking impatiently. I could see why he was hurrying me along. It was a gloomy morning with a slight mist, not too heavy to have to worry...
Your man: Isn't he great? He swept you off your feet, looks after you, is always there for you when you need him, always keen to help around the house. He buys you flowers and jewellery all the time, and takes you off on romantic weekends to far away exotic sun kissed destinations. He tells you how beautiful you are, and how much you mean to him. He neve...
David Cross was a Jewish looking man, too Jewish if you asked some people, and was quite obviously balding. Both of these, however, were part of his charm. The final third of his charm consisted of Arrested Development's inability to afford a steady cam, or perhaps a tripod. Though, in retrospect that's more part of Arrested Development's charm, rather than...
The night had fallen for a couple hours, and yet, Los Angeles was more dynamic than ever. The city was shining a thousand lights coming from its numerous buildings, and its population was living it's life, far from suspecting something terrible was coming their way. And yet, it was. You see, there are things humans have come to think impossible, because the...
Up To Camp "I think you made that up," Mary said, 'I think it's something you tell the tourists to mess with their heads." "I did not make it up." "I'm sorry," she responded, shaking her head, "But I don't believe porcupines fall out of trees." Mary had been appalled by how many roadkill animals they had seen since they'd turned off the interstate and on...
Physical appearance: Hermione- As you'd expect really. Slender, pretty and her trademark curly locks. As far I know Hermione was never a C-cup originally, but I could be wrong, either way she is one here. She's gotten a lovely in-ward curve on either side of her waist, aka hourglass figure. A really nice arse, cuppable in the hands but firm and don't look ou...
Chapter 1 -- In Broad Daylight Harris drives the van. It's a common brown delivery truck, and that's by design. It has dual doors that swing out from the baggage compartment. We covered the windows with cardboard cutouts, held loosely in place by silver duct tape. That's by design, too. Inside the compartment we lined the walls with thick, gray, sound-re...
December 28th Throwing on my 2-day old clothes, I casted a glare over at my now girl... cat... girlfriend, whatever, as she was adjusting the necklace that I gave her for Christmas, while smugly looking in the mirror. I knew she was feeling pretty proud of herself for finally nailing me. I briefly wondered if this was how a hot, hard to get, high school ch...
All characters in this story are at least 18 years old. The Watcher, Asmodatu, appears to us on an alien landscape. "I am Asmodatu the Watcher" he told us, "like Uatu, I have observed the rise and fall of civilisations, worlds, galaxies. I know all that is, most of what has been and much of what will be. I also have many windows into the stran...
Chapter 3 -- The Art(s) of Persuasion The 'script' calls for a little 'motivation'. We need Elizabeth to cooperate. We need her to see that it is in her best interest. We've already done the 'preliminaries', in the van on the way over to our warehouse hideaway. Those delicate stockings, covering those trim, toned legs, tore like tissue paper under my 'edu...