Club Knight The music was flowing through her veins. Ne-Yo's Champagne Life poured from the speakers. The men were on the hunt and the women were hoping to be caught. This was definitely the spot to be after hours for those who have hardly worked a day in their lives. This wasn't a regular night club where ladies get in free before eleven and gentlemen dres...
Hi there, my name is Terry McNab and I have been fucking the living daylights out of Tom Carter's wife. I believe Louise has been telling you all about it. She does tend to be a gossipy little wench, not to mention extremely giddy. Maybe I can fill in some of the gaps but I would be grateful if you would keep a lot of this to yourselves. I normally do not li...
It was the summer after high school when I met him. There was a football tournament (not American Football - it was Soccer) and I was finishing up my last year with The Stingers. He had come to watch his granddaughter play for one of the other teams, in a much younger age bracket. We were actually playing 2 matches a day, in a single elimination format. Th...
Back in the kitchen, Bobby was steaming. He pounced before Dean was fully in the room, slinging the discarded Henley at his chest. "I can think of only two reasons you let her slide without passing the smell test, and they both start with Double-D." "Jesus, Bobby. She was hurt in the line of work. It was a professional courtesy." "Professional courtesy, m...
As I read his text I realized he must of saw me looking in his window. It was dark outside so I couldn't see how. I turned off my phone and went to bed. Dave was sound asleep next to me. Dave had left for work by the time I awoke the next morning. I felt embarrassed that Allen knew I had watched him. I also felt jealous. Yes, jealous of that blonde bimbo ge...
There's a special quality about late nights in an airport bar, drinking and shooting the shit with folks you are NEVER going to see again. I heard somebody telling this story while I was drinking away a layover at Dallas-Fort Worth. By the time I thought to turn around and see who was telling the tale, the storyteller was gone. It's probably just a drunkard'...
VIII Green Grass of Home Alex 2022 Alex watched little Betty crawl across the Karndean floor with affection. Children were so amusing. They expressed themselves so unselfconsciously and found so much of interest in the world around them. It was really rather entertaining. But did he want to be a father to such a child himself? Alex wasn't so sure. In t...
Bruce walked up to his neighbor's door, not to meet with his friend and neighbor Jack, but to talk to his wife. He knew that Jack was not home, so it was a good time to talk to Mary, Jack's wife. He reluctantly rang the doorbell and shortly after, he heard a voice yelling for him to come in. He opened the front door and came into the house. He walked through...
It had been a year since Surgeons had removed Fern's left leg just a few inches below her hip. She was now very adept and comfortable with her one leggededness and she and her husband Don had grown to enjoy the difference from other couples that they shared. Both had grown to agree that the loss of Fern's leg was tragic and sad but that it wasn't as much of...
'When are you going to do it Dirk?' It was a straightforward question, but Dirk Peterson was struggling to answer. He paused and looked across the frozen boating lake, that Sunday morning. 'Very soon Sadie,' he replied. 'I'll hand in my resignation very soon.' 'Once you've done so, I'll call my old high-school friend in the Midwest. He's assistant editor o...