Ch. 1 Wicklow Mountains, IrelandMay 24, 1798 I checked the harness on the draft horse, making sure it was secure for the trip down the mountains. "Calm down, Robbie," I said as he fed the old mare a carrot. Moving back, I made sure the cart was in good shape in the dim light after sunrise. A full load of charcoal piled under a tarp, ready for market, and a...
Although this story can be read on its own, I suggest you first read Justice Ch. 01 and Justice Ch. 02 to get the full context of what is happening here. Many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories. For those who want to say this or that would never happen, remember this is my universe, a place where nearly a...
My name is John d'Eaux, pronounced like the female deer. Please don't try to make a funny joke about it. I assure you, I've heard them all and they weren't funny the first time. My ancestors came from France. Leave it at that. My folks died when I was little, leaving me to be raised by my Uncle John, a successful stockbroker and confirmed bachelor who hadn'...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
Prologue This story is purely fictional story, although some instances quoted, actually did happen during the wartime period. This is a follow on from Part. Precise of Part 1 In 1940/1941 the British were losing vast amounts of Merchant shipping to the U Boats. The situation was desperate. At the time Lt Commander Tony Nash VC was in command of a Submar...
Worcester, MA, 1996 Richard Raintree, age eighteen and born Richard Marsden, peeked around the door jam into the bedroom of his eighteen year old sister, Renee. She was his stepsister really, the family now made up of his Mom, and her Dad, both on their second marriages. It was the only way really, they could look nothing like each other, and yet be born on...
September, 2010 Marie: I was nineteen when we married. My ex-husband, the Jerk, was twenty-five. I was madly in love with him, can you believe it? He was a third year Medical Student and I was an Art major. He was drop dead gorgeous handsome and could charm the Devil to let him out of hell. I dropped out of college and worked as a waitress to help suppo...
Fool's Gold: Claim Jumpers By DFWBeast Author's Note: This was supposed to be my main contribution to the Wine and Old Lace event. Due to real life issues, I'm late. Duh! My deepest thanks to outofshadows, kimi1990 and blackrandl1958 for their beta reading and editing. They made this into a much better read than it was. Of course, any errors are mine since...
WARNING: This fifth story continues the introduction of Daniel. Here in involves scenes of graphic sex including seduction, reluctance, cunnilingus, anal and incest. If that is not what you are looking for don't read on. All sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by female adults over eighteen years old. PS: I tell a Gothic story within this story...
All characters involved in sexual situations in this story are 18 years of age or older. Piper snuck into the dimly lit Experimental Quantum Physics Laboratory and, after checking to make sure no one was around, cautiously lifted an instrument from the far counter. "Digital probe?" she thought, as she tried to read the label in the dimness. "Who the hell a...