When Erica heard David had been diagnosed with terminal brain cancer, she broke down. David wasn't related to her by either blood or marriage, but he was family as far as she was concerned. Her father, Tom, had died of a heart attack when she was 11. It happened during a meeting of his Masonic lodge. One minute he was fine; the next, he was clutching his le...
The two men, father and son, walked in the kitchen door, and after pouring some coffee, sat at the kitchen table. Both were covered with dust , and sweat. “Well, that is a good job of branding done,” Tanner Ford said to his son, Clint. “You pretty well set for a while? I’m thinking of going Michigan way, to do some fishing with Matt Tudhope.” “Sure, no pro...
This I truly a fairy tale, since things like this don't happen to people like me. No, my name's not Cinderella or even Cindy, but I feel like a princess. Let me tell you why. Almost a year ago, I lost my job, my home and everything that meant something special to me. Down on my luck, out of cash, I packed up what little clothes I had and set out for the roa...
It was around Ten A.M. Friday morning when I got home from a run to south Jersey. I was dead tired, dirty and horny. I also had to piss like a race horse. So as soon as I got in my front door; I put my driver's bag in the hall closet, hung up my Giants cap, and yanked off my cowboy boots. I was already pulling my jersey up over my head as I walked through...
Chapter 1 I am a writer - luckily a moderately successful one - of what I call 'Romanticised History', which the publishing industry prefers to refer to as 'Faction' - the partial fictionalisation of what otherwise are well documented historical facts. Having majored in both English and British History at university, and always hoping that I would at some t...
Sunday was an early start for Sean. Lunchtime was the busiest time for the restaurant at the pub. It was also the reason why they hadn't gone dancing. Rising with the dawn he walked the mile and a half into the village as the locals were heading for morning service. He ignored the curious glances that came his way as he walked in the opposite direction fro...
The girls were in a good mood, both of them. I say girls, they are grown women. My wife is just this year forty; her bff is two years younger. They are for the most part fine upstanding gentile ladies from the suburbs but they can get out of control. It's fun to watch when it happens. They had taken a class together that morning on meditation and were not im...
We'd been living in the neighbourhood for about twelve years and everyone knew everyone. Christmas street parties were a big occasion as we blocked off the end of the cul de sac and had everyone at tables. In recent times though our neighbour, Mrs Johnson, had become very frail in her old age. My wife, June, and I had been over to Mrs Johnson on many occasio...
It is hard enough getting one of those damn keycard doors open when you can concentrate. It is much more of a feat when your attempting to do so facing away from the lock. Added to this particular trick was the twenty year old girl who was biting my neck. Which is a bit of an understatement. She was eating me alive and decided to start with my neck and shoul...
We'd had a few. At least I had. Not that much really... Well, it was a party, wasn't it? So I couldn't see why he was so upset, slamming the door after him and snatching the seatbelt buckle into place. 'Nothing,' he snapped, lips pursed, in response to the question. So I kept nudging him -- you know, all coy, teasing and coaxing -- until: 'Well, what do you...