* Set in New Zealand. Spelling and grammar are indigenous. * CHAPTER 1 Baxter and Chase Hudson's marriage began disintegrating the day best friend Aimee told Chase at the juice bar at Betty's Gym that Baxter had made an aggressive pass at her. Chase bristled and demanded, "Aggressive?" She'd imagined that that her husband had attempted to steal a kiss o...
Chapter 17: The Flare-Up I welcomed my work after all these troubled, but strangely satisfying days. A load had been lifted from my soul and I could dedicate myself to work. When I entered the building, I received more support from my colleagues than I expected -- perhaps I was not such a cold German after all; the influence of Maureen had probably changed...
Actually that's not quite accurate. She'd clearly been home during the day. The bedroom closet was missing some of her clothes, the dresser drawers were wide-open, and two suitcases were missing from the closet. Downstairs on the kitchen table were her wedding ring and her engagement ring, which had been my great-grandmother's. And a note, which said, "I tr...
I suggest you read KatieBreckenridge's account of her life as an escort to bring you up on my outcome of her tale. As always I appreciate the talent of other authors in telling their stories. I'm unsure Katie knew how it would feel to be cheated, spurned, and disrespected. Maybe after Jeff gets through letting her know how it felt, she'll have a different v...
[Warning: there is incest in Chapter 2. This isn't an incest story, but it was a convenient (and hot) way to contrast Stan's ideal relationship with his unfortunate reality.] * 30 years removed from high school, this is the story of my reunion. I'm Stan, and at 48 I've been married to Claire for 23 years. She's five years younger, and won't let me forget i...
"Your fondness for these floral patterns continues to elude me, Doug," Kelly said. Setting down her beer, she took yet another look down at the loud print dress she'd found herself in after playing "Stayin' Alive" on the jukebox. "Feels like acres of fabric here." "Too much fabric beats too little, doesn't it?" Doug replied. "I feel like somebody must've po...
Greg Barks' POV Outside Wadena, MN I drove west out of Wadena as Heather huddled down in her seat. "What happened in there?" She kept looking at her hands. "I came out of the bathroom and was looking around. There was this couple over to the left, she was in her forties, graying brown hair and glasses. She was staring at me. When I looked at her, her e...
Disclaimer: Characters portrayed in the following are not mine and I did not create them. * Striking the Balance: (No Country For Old Men): The past: We were somewhere around Tindouf, on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I was holed up in one of the Sahrawi tents overnight, suffering from burns and the delirium was upon me. I thi...
*This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned* *When our ancestor committed the first murder, was it rage, or fear that drove them to the deed?* *Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going on. I apologiz...
CHAPTER 1 The slightly over-weight thirty-something (actually thirty) brunette with arresting near-luminous eyes was working hard in the office gym when Riley Lewis from her office entered as she lifted light weights, feet on the floor and stretched back on the padded bench. "Gosh Micki your crotch is almost dripping and look at the pool under your breasts...