This is the story of Sara, a Dutch woman, who is captured by the Barbary pirates on her way to the Dutch East Indies. She is given as a present to the Bey, the ruler of Tunis. The Tunisian sun was not burning yet this early on a morning in 16th century Tunisia. The bright morning glory was making the bay look azure blue and made all the flour particles in...
This continues the introduction of Cindy in GINNY TURNS PRO, Ch. 3. Just click on my name and go to the link to read that one. Many thanks for your votes and feedback. We welcome them. I’m proud of myself. I turned down a generous offer of sex from a beautiful young woman – girl, really – which could easily have upset my conventional, yet entertaining, life...
Wayne Seldon warned Megan North that, with just the little bit of information she had, it might take him a while to discover the whereabouts of the person who'd supposedly worked with GM back in the 70's... if they were even still alive... or ever really existed at all! He mentioned to her the possibility that the phone call she'd received had been from some...
On November 27, 2002, a Metro-North commuter train left New Haven, Connecticut, at 5:58 a.m., bound for Grand Central Terminal. Its scheduled arrival in New York was 7:39 a.m. This is what happened that morning. ----------------- Karen Rizzini DiFalcone, a marketing administrator for an insurance broker on West 57th Street, boarded the train at the second...
Some people are going to hate this one, but it's a different conversation, and deserves to live on the page as much as any other. If you don't like it, stop reading it. If it helps, it not about your philosophy, it's about someone else's. Thanks to Randi for her gentle, patient editing. ***** The doorbell rang just as I was settling down with a cold bottl...
The Knight sat and honed his sword, watching the preparations for the forthcoming engagement. To a casual onlooker, and there were many, he looked totally impassive. He seemed as unconcerned as a one who would remain a spectator to the afternoon's events rather than a participant. His equanimity was more puzzling to the majority who believed he would not sur...
The drizzle was slowly but surely soaking her and making navigating a bicycle over the "kinderkopjes", the granites cobble stones like round children's skulls, of the small streets of the old Dutch university town, a dangerous affair. One too rash move would have her sliding. Nevertheless, Maartje almost willed her bicycle forward and peddled as fast as she...
Karida Barak cowered in the dark corner of the Riyadh prison cell that she'd been thrown into weeks before... she couldn't recall exactly how long she'd been there. The whole experience had just turned into some horribly surreal nightmare that she couldn't seem to wake up from... She was numb for the moment... her body was no longer suffering the hunger pan...
By Dan57 and Ria Dan checked closely the flight schedule of the plane they had taken. They had boarded it at Mumbai busy airport. They would fly directly to their destination with just a stop at New Delhi but he had frequently used this airport, as it was his normal point of entry to India. He had never flown so far to the north as Cashmere? Ria didn't...
The assignment was simple. I had to get copies of secret material from the enemy's side, by whatever means necessary. As an agent for the Secret Service I had done it several times before. It made me feel a bit devious of course but I kept telling myself that it was for the good of my country and I just got on with it. To be honest I enjoyed at times. Well...