By five in the morning Davin was pulling out of Cambell town for the four hour drive to Perchtown. Settling back in his seat as the truck crept through the blue/grey light of the early morning Davin thought about Margin. She was a fine woman that was for sure, pretty as a picture if you discounted the scar that ran from just below her left eye down across...
The Murder Twins. That's what people called them. Mira is unsettled by the moniker, yet it suits them. She imagines they seem mystical to people who don't know the men and their flaws up close and personal. Even she had been mystified for a while after hearing about their upbringing. Their lives had played out like some sort of television drama; the parents...
CHAPTER ONE – The Bet "You'll never stop smoking," Allison said with unconcealed contempt. "You promise and promise but you can't do it. Five years and how many times have you tried? Jesus, why can't you just stop?" "Maybe I'm not properly motivated," Randi said in an inappropriately playful mood. "I just lack the sufficient reward." "Oh no buster," Allis...
A good friend of mine referred me to this great Italian restaurant in a city about 3 hours from where I lived. I asked him, "What the hell makes this place so special that I would be willing to drive 3 hours?" He told me the service was worth the trip alone, and the food was even better. I took some time to think it over and a few days later I called to ma...
"Another drink?" Sam asked me, slurring his words a bit. He didn't bother waiting for a response - just lumbered into the kitchen and left me with the telly smoking a cigarette. His sister and parents had gone for two weeks in Morocco, leaving him to rattle around alone in his house. For us this meant a lot of drinking and smoking inside. I checked the clo...
Hotel Florida was the most renowned seven star hotel of Paris. Mr. White the owner of the hotel was becoming rich because of the aura of the hotel. Mr. White also had a big casino at the basement. He also had a big restaurant. He has recruited many waiters and waitresses from around the world because his restaurant was a popular place for tourists because of...
It was 1987. I was in Indianapolis for business and in a bar next to my hotel. It was a week night and not very crowded. Even if it had been crowded, these two young chicks would have stood out. One was very tall and thin, maybe 6'1", with curly black hair and a huge rack. The other was much shorter, about 5'6", a little curvier with a similarly impressive c...
"Password?" came the booming Voice, which appeared to emanate from swirling white clouds around the gates that I stood up to my knees on a cloud in front of. "Password?" I asked, puzzled. "Password!" insisted The Voice. "Pardon?" I am still confused. "No, that won't do at all," The Voice sounded quite pissed off. "Didn't they tell you that your password...
Note to readers: This story involves the fetish of smoking as well as a healthy dose of B&D. If that offends you, please move on but don't bother telling me how you feel about it. Smoking is legal and people who smoke do so by choice. As I've said elsewhere, from the moment it begins, life comes with a death sentence. How we live in between is a matter of fr...
Wednesday, August 14th, 2019. Hamburg-Eppendorf, Germany. I was at a car park close to my workplace at the University Clinic Hamburg-Eppendorf, trying to cover my hospital scrubs with my much too warm coat while lighting the Camel Blue cigarette I had needed for at least an hour. The hospital management doesn't want us, the few remaining smokers on staff, t...