Tale of dirty old man Ch 10 After reading the previous chapters, my best friend Karen tells me, I've achieved my ultimate goal – I am a Dirty Old Man! This is the tenth chapter in this series - I recommend you to read the previous chapters in order before this one. I can't thank Romantic1 enough for the time he spent reviewing and editing this and the pre...
Chapter 2: Through the Ivory Gate ***** Yes, it's the second chapter. Finally. Although reading Chapter 1 isn't really necessary except for some reoccurring character names, and some plot points, I hope the story is interesting enough for you to go back and read it anyways. Comments and criticisms are always welcome. CCG ***** For Mark, consciousness f...
Authors note: Hello everyone. I hope you are enjoying this series despite its differences to the original story. Thank you once again to Paul who continues to be my second set of eyes. ~ellie. ***** Chapter 2 – Ricco Cat sat in the front of the car beside Peter Donati, the doctor who genuinely seemed to understand what she wanted and needed in order to r...
Apart from a brief flashback, all of the events in this piece may or (far more likely) may not have occurred during a period of a little over three hours on the morning of April 1st 1985. It's set in a large and luxurious home in an unspecified London suburb. Names have been changed partly in order to protect the guilty, but mainly to facilitate the creation...
I opened my eyes and looked at the green numerals of the clock glowing on the bedside table, it said nine thirty and the curtains were closed, it was nearly dark outside, I sat up quickly and then wished I hadn't, my head felt like the hangover from hell. BIG MISTAKE! Resting back down on the pillow I reached for the switch on the lamp, I groped around wi...
It took me two full days to drive from South Carolina to Vermont, and the farther north I drove the more elusive I became. I was escaping a teaching job that had become unbearably stressful, a school year that had ended traumatically, and by the time I reached the scattered dairy farms of hilly upstate New York, I even allowed the illusion I had somehow esca...
This story is about Jenny, a married mother of two, who is just starting work at a boys private school, as a full time nurse. The school has day pupils and boarders who live in during term time. The job was ideal for her as a working mother, allowing her to look after her own children in school holidays. It was the beginning of term at St Athelstan's and Je...
How I Met Your Mother: Loose Ends Mountford Police Station Monday 1:33 am Sitting alone on an uncomfortable chair in the small, cramped interview room, Susan Gosling felt that her world was falling apart. She had been dragged from her warm and comfortable bed in the middle of the night and been given scarcely any time to put some clothes on. Dressed in...
After twelve years in Switzerland, nine in private primary and preparatory schools and finally three at École Polytechnique Fédérale de Lausanne, I was going back to the United States. Both of my parents worked at the U.S. Embassy in Bern. At what, I had no idea. I never once heard them discuss work. I was thirteen, in 1939, when arrangements were made for...
CHAPTER 1 Cliff Cross was preparing to sail up the coast of the French South Pacific territory of New Caledonia and was in port in the capital of Noumea topping up with diesel and water. He'd been ten weeks sailing up the Australian northeast coast visiting places and then crossing the Coral Sea attempting to find adventure and caught the attention of a n...