Not really anything to mention this time, but doing it anyway since I am evil and underhanded that way. There is a new addition, got a breezer now, it is a Dodge Brothers Roadster, convertible in case you missed that part. I have no idea if a roadster is always a convertible for then so I simply said roadster. I don't know mostly because I didn't look that...
Really don't have anything to say this time so I won't make you read through bunches of stuff before the story. Yes I know I am doing that stop saying such horrible things, I can hear you. I mean good grief do you actually kiss your mom with that mouth? Mom taught you say that really? Come on that is baloney moms don't talk like that, it is a lot of doohic...
In the sort of fast course of this there will be rapes spoken of. Except they are not called that, it is forced, at this time in the laws being raped is not an offense in the regular sense. Rape cases were about a man beating up a woman, forcing himself on her meant more time in prison, and not that much. ** Big groan at the alarm, we are up early. Fred gr...
Going to mention one little thing and then let you get to the story. Maybe will make you run for those hills. Anyway there is a kidnapped boy in this and mention of other kids taken. Which is not what I am talking about here, and is. Bear with me for a moment. So newspapers of the time, if there is mention of a kid being grabbed for adult pleasures, make mo...
I don't like to waste words; if you require 7 pages of text this isn't for you. ************* The basics: I'm Van, six three, 210, wrestled in college at 195, a bad-ass (trial attorney) to men, a formerly perfect gentleman to women. I'd been married to Lisa for twenty years without any real stress in our relationship until I read in the Post about her bei...
Wake to the alarm upstairs, and Brianna being rather upset. Just lie there for a moment wishing it was next year and she can walk around so less crying loud for food. Groan when I realize next year she will be talking, mostly yelling about being hungry. Standing at the foot of the stairs I am pondering if I should hand her a cookie before breakfast or just m...
After hearing of John Forsythe passing earlier this year, I was reminded of some time I spent in his company. I've always had a lot of respect for this man and although I don't wish to cause his family, any embarrassment I feel my story should be told. During the late sixties and early seventies, I spent quite a bit of time with one of John's daughters. Not...
"What on earth are you doing, man?" the naked gentleman sitting up in the hospital trolley asks, speaking like a toff. "Blimey, mate, you surprised me good'n'proper!" The green-smocked orderly looks startled, one hand on his heart, the other hand he has just snatched from the breast of the naked woman laid under a sheet on another trolley. His tunic is emb...
Chapter 1 Somewhere in the 22nd century It was the worst city in the world, but I call it home. The city of dreams was a cesspool filled with crime and corruption; basically no one giving a shit. It was practically ruled by the pimps, the mob, and some corrupt cops wanting a piece of the action just to keep silent. Others have come here to get away from th...
After leaving the office of my favorite dentist and oral hygienist I begin making more of my rounds around the small village. Paying one bill after the other and watching my thick wallet grow more and more lighter with every stop. Which had left me with a few bucks. Running out of the greenback even more when I realized that I haven't yet participated in giv...