The drive to the party had been one for the books. Ray and Debra had fought the entire way. Ray's mother had again insulted his wife when they dropped the kids off to spend the night. Again commenting on how long the twin's hair had gotten and asking if Debra had gotten them matching dresses. Debra didn't take it lightly that Marie had spoken about their son...
Pt. VII: Cowgirls & Indians Brett and Caitlin chatted incessantly on the return flight to Cleveland where they left their cars. Mostly he wanted to talk about the case and she wanted to talk about Jack Davis. "Brett, please tell me more about Jack. I know some of the story. Forty-something. Navy Seal and then the C.I.A. One of the most respected P.I.'s in...
I was sitting in a bar having a quiet time drinking my usual scotch and water when I watched her walk up to the jukebox and put a quarter in. To me she was still the most beautiful girl in the world and had been since I had first met her. I knew she knew I was there. She had come to give me a reminder once again of where we were in our relationship. I knew w...
Chapter Four With the ceremony over, Lizzie and I headed out as soon as practical off the Order's property and began exploring the main campus a bit more, especially since I still had classes to attend (unlike her, though few knew it yet). I got a few bizarre looks for my priestly garb, as well as for the handcuffs and being bound to Lizzie in such a manner...
We were high school sweethearts and as everyone did in those days, we got married as soon as she graduated. It was a big wedding, she was happy, and if she was happy, I was happy. I remember my father trying to tell me I was too young to get married and me telling him I had seen enough of the world and I was ready to settle down. If you can imagine an eighte...
Inspired by a married couple I have recently been chatting on line with, the following story contains elements of mild D&S between consenting adults. This is a subject I admit to having very little knowledge of, only what I've gleaned from conversations and the internet, so if I've got it wrong, I apologise profusely to anyone who practises that particul...
I was nearly done fixing my neighbor's broken dryer, sweaty as could be, as it was already unseasonably warm for an afternoon in April, Saturday to be precise, when the door to the laundry room opened behind me. I wrapped up the last of the repairs before standing up to face whoever it was, thinking that it was Daisy Eisenstein, the sultry soccer mom who had...
The story continues... I hope there's someone still reading... **** 6 DOTS. And so, madness begat madness. April marched into Simon's lab on Valentine's day; lip locked the startled guy and jammed a ring on his finger and firmly announced "I DO!" before she strode back out of the room, skirt swinging and heels clicking. Simon examined his engagement ring...
It doesn't matter! It is only three simple words when you think about in the scheme of things. That is the only the truth. The problem is I'm an asshole. I must be? You see, it mattered to me. Why do you ask? It's an honest question. The simple answer is it's based on what you believe. We are all humans whatever that means. We have the free will to do what...
Night fell upon the Houser estate. After awaking Dayna Houser rolls over in her bed alone. Eying the time on the alarm clock beside their bed she sits up, still in her bikini. Feeling the effects of a harsh sun. Or was it son? She sensed something wasn't right. Crawling from bed she stammers to the bathroom and relieves her kidneys. Washing her hands she lo...