Chapter 9. The Recruitment of Barbara The time had come for Ludlow to completely reveal himself to Barbara. A thorough background investigation had been discreetly conducted; as he had hoped and expected, Barbara’s credentials checked out. Over a period of a few weeks Ludlow initiated a series of seemingly impromptu conversations regarding the current world...
My name is Kassandra Joan Noorse. I am a tall, good-looking and chubby, large-breasted and big-bottomed young black woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. Many people consider me to be a total bitch. And you know what? They're absolutely right. I am a bitch. A totally ghetto bitch. If you don't like it, sue me. Or better yet, kiss my fat black gh...
Jessica slept, her Swedish ancestry proven by her hair, a mildly snarled mass of pale tresses contrasting with the deep amaranthine pillow case. She occupied her favorite place, post-orgasmic sleeping. "OhMyGodtheyrecominghereintwodays!! SamnAndrewaregoingtovisitAlabama!" Jessica opened her eyes –one of them, anyway – as the shattering burst of incomprehe...
I begin each year...planning and organizing. Goal setting and dreaming. I have several tools that I rely upon to do that. But one of my favorites for the past three or four years is a book called Wishcraft by Barbara Sher. It is one of those self-help books full of exercises to help you identify your goals and then plan how to achieve them. This is one exerc...
My name is Lucas James Plywood. I'm a young black man living in the City of Los Angeles, California. These days, I'm a student at the prestigious Central California College, one of the best private schools in the state of California. Add to that the fact that I basically attend this great school for free and you'll realize why I'm in such a celebrating mood....
It was my last day in Spain. I had been there for a fortnight taking care of a family's children. It seemed like a wonderful summer job. I just had to go there and keep an eye on the little boys while speaking English to them. Easy one. At night, I could go out and party. It looked like the best job! Some of my friends had done it the previous year, and they...
As she talks to Montana she stands stock still in the threshold that seperates the living area from the bedroom and bathroom. Her heart is pounding so hard she feels faint. Mint and Mandrake stand before her watching her lips move. They hold the same stance, expression, the same damn face. She turns away in a sudden need for privacy. Words with as much venom...
Whose children are they then? Dr. Subramaniam, the director of the Genetics & Fertility Institute, was polite and professional when he broke the bitter news to me. "We are very sorry, Mr. Halsbeth. But I am afraid that your sperm is simply not suitable for our donor program." Not suitable? Based on their brochures, I would have thought that I was the p...
I now have a cushion strapped to my pretty derriere. It's so sore from the caning it got over That Damn Dog. One... I'll never buy a dog, and Two... I'll never forget that lesson...ever. That said, here is Chapter Two...of a Three part series. That's one more than one and one less than three, which btw will be the final chapter... Three that is, not this one...
"She's been crying like this all night," Jenna sighed. "I feel so helpless." She was my best friend of years, and I hated when I let her down; but sometimes you just can't fake a smile, right? Sometimes you have to be real. If I had to be real- as I was- Jenna was the friend I trusted most. And the male friend I trusted most was . . . Benji leaned into me...