"Huh? . . . No, it's great, Kate" I lied. Actually, the dry crap in my mouth that passed for turkey tasted more like Poodle shit that had been dried in the sun for a few days. After weeks of excuses and runarounds, I had finally been roped into going to Jim's house for the obligatory, annual Christmas get-together. Unlike everyone else, I wasn't a permanent...
© 2003 by Thrillerauthor The expression "Hobson's Choice" is named after the keeper of a livery stable in seventeenth century England who required customers to accept the next horse available. Hence "Hobson's choice" means no choice at all. * * * "Young man, do you have anything to say for yourself before the Court pronounces your sentence?" The judge, a...
She swerved out of the parking bay, backing up without really looking, her eyes blurry with the tears that were cascading down her cheeks. Bitch! Millie thought. The tyres screeched as she planted her foot on the accelerator. Bitch! It was the only word Milli could form at present. Angela fucking Rasenbach -- Editor and chief of Mayhem Magazine! Socialite e...
I was eating my lunch in the Student Union cafeteria and reviewing class notes when Claudia joined me. "We still on for tonight?" she asked. "We are" I said and we set a time. We had a very nice date and I behaved myself. I was going to let Claudia set the pace since she was, in spite of what had been said at the Friday night meeting with Pauline, unchart...
A tale set in modern rural Midwest about sex and other passions as a young divorcee, after working on her back (and in other positions) for a year to boost her income significantly, casts aside that activity and leaves the city seeking a new life with the apparent belief her destiny would find her. Chapter 1 Jilli didn't know why she did it – she meant h...
Authors note: With this the final chapter in my most daring attempt at a Dark Angel story I mustered yet (I mean I wrecked my brains tying the plot together, it was really a bitch)!!! I'd like to acknowledge those who showed their support via their comments one final time. Also while I have an idea for another story, it is just that: An idea! Nothing is down...
Chapter 11: AN ITALIAN IDYLL Although it may at first seem irrelevant, to understand something of what may have triggered the events I'm about to tell you about I should give you a brief description of myself. At the time I was twenty, 'a young woman just coming into full bloom', so to speak. When meeting people for the first time many, especially other wo...
(This was originally an erotic roleplay between two people, which has been restructured to read like a story. It was intended to have a sequel, but that unfortunately didn't pan out. It's still worth a read on its own though. If you like rampant wish-fulfilment, this is the story for you.) * Amidst the dazzling lights and thumping music of the disco, Megan...
Emily and I Yes I trust you. The hour plus drive four or five times a week sucked, but being with Jane and the girls was worth the trip. I started getting hugs and cheek kisses when the girls or I would leave. Unless I left at 06:30 hrs, just before the girls got up. We discussed ways to eliminate the drive but hadn't hit on a solution until the girls mo...
Brady slammed his locker closed as he headed to the gym for their last practice of the week. He couldn't be happier that the week from hell was finally over. That Friday seemed like a blessing, and he thanked God there were a few days until he had to go back to Mrs. William's AP European History class. Erin had been completely ignoring him since Monday's sce...