Chapter 13 — Commencement August 1974 It was four in the Saturday afternoon of August 24. Jim was in the driver's seat and Hildy was next to him in the passenger's bucket seat of the '71 Mercury Cougar that Douglas Chemical had sold to him. They were in the parking lot of the Erie Canal Inn as about a dozen people surrounded the car, wishing them well. A...
SO FAR: Jilted a few days from the altar and now back in her homeland, business consultant Bianca White's attempt to find a female business partner and possible mate for her first client nose-dives. But the quest continues while both Biance and client Marty Young inch closer together. Exciting times lie ahead for both of them. * Bianca White awoke on Satur...
HA! PG-13!!! Henry and Tessa get to work on revising the R.P.G. game Frisque. Definitely not Rated PG-13...more XXX. ***** "Are you sure it's okay my being here in your home Henry the Ate?" Henry McKellen invited his young co-worker Tessa Harper in and watched her enter. She carrying a notepad along with a bag of art supplies were barely noticed. What wa...
A fantasy by Julie Van and Curt B, this chapter written by Wunderboi. *** Clarissa slipped behind the wheel of her pearl white Mercedes. She had insisted on the most expensive paint option and the car glowed in the early morning sunshine. She smiled to herself, remembering her father's advice many years prior, which was to marry a much older very rich whit...
Not long ago I wrote a story about two men, one trying to help the other who had learned his wife was unfaithful. I didn't anticipate writing a sequel to bring closure to the story, but a lot of the comments seemed to want it. It took me several days to figure out what really did happen to David. Did he take revenge? Did he put a baseball bat to the other gu...
Chapter 1 My wife, Juanita, set across the breakfast table from me, just as we had for the last twenty-four years of our married life. It was a Thursday morning in late September and the leaves of the trees in our backyard had begun to turn various shades of yellow and tan. She was enjoying that view through the window of our breakfast nook, while I read th...
For a moment she stood in the centre of the room and looked around quietly. It was strange, returning to her old apartment, after her life took such an unexpected turn. Slowly, one foot in front of the other, she stepped reverently across the room, the floorboards creaking under her shoes. Eliza let her fingers run across the few pieces of furniture that had...
I wrote this just after the Winter Olympics one year. It is an unfinished tale, and probably always will be. Some will complain it ends just as the sauna starts steaming. But after Tara gives in, it just doesn't give me that itch anymore. Without the itch, my mind doesn't play and my fingers just won't frigg the keyboard any longer. ***** Tara's leg quake...
From my seat at the computer, I could move my head a little to the left and see the middle of the back yard. That's where the lounge chair was laid out flat, and that's where Samantha was laid out flat on top of it. But there was nothing flat about Sam. I took a quick peek, and noted the little bumps in the skimpy bra, where her dainty nipples were standing...
It was early Sunday evening, and the sky was a potent shade of orange. A cool wind blew in from the backwoods. Herbert 'Herbie' Peaburg lay in the hammock between two oak trees in his backyard. Miss Carpenter had just that moment climbed in with him, and now lay facedown, her body pressed against the left side of his bare chest, her red silk blouse stretched...