"Can I wash my face now?" We had finished dinner, dining al fresco and al natural on his porch. The food had calmed me down, soaking up the alcohol and toning down the smoke. Tim was lighting up another, but I wasn't sure I could handle it. I stared across the yard, remembering the afternoon. He had walked me through the two takes -- as they were only a fe...
After reporting to Alan and having a chat, he went to his office, groaning at the sight of the stack of folders on his desk, after three hours, and he had hardly made a dent in the pile. He left for the Officers Mess finding the seven pilots sitting around a couple of tables, after putting up with the bawdy remarks concerning honeymoons, he turned to Tim. "...
(all characters are at least 18 years old) When I got back downstairs Anne was sitting quietly in a chair reading a book. She looked up when I sat down on the couch next to her. "How's Linda doing?" She asked. "She just fell asleep. The doctor gave her some pretty strong medicine so I expect she'll sleep for at least three or four hours." "Good!" Anne said...
September 16, 2014: Sometimes I wonder if my whole life is a caricature. Here I am, a cop in Boston, Irish name, Irish descent, sitting in an Irish bar, drinking beer with other Irish cops. Oh well, I guess that stereotypes have to come from somewhere. I had just closed the books on the Mel Trainor and Shea Gibson murder cases, after they'd been open for d...
Caleb Houser hadn't slept a wink. He was too pumped up by having effectively succeeded in staying the night where he certainly shouldn't be. The challenge of not getting caught constantly sent his thoughts reeling. So far so good. Snuggling under his left arm lay Molly Indrabooty. The young goddess of perfection slept like a baby after all the sex they had...
A little something inspired by an email from a supporter. Although I didn't follow his suggestion, it did plant the seeds for this story. Thanks Shawn. Please read my profile for my stance on comments. Feel free to email suggestions or to start a conversation. Private messages work too. Mike Mainieri Jr; Carly Simon: "But how can anyone know what you are...
"Hey dude, I'm glad you got out of there." I said to Kevin, as I got into his car. He'd just been sitting there key in the ignition with a blank look on his face. "Are you doing OK? I really am sorry you had to see that. I lost my cool in there dude. This thing got me wayyyy too jacked up, haha," I said as I grabbed the obscene bulge in my suit. "You know h...
Chapter 15 Senior Sergeant Darby, or Benny to his friends, had the shits. It was preliminary finals weekend and he was stuck on road patrol. To top it off he had to pull a double later to cover for a sick coworker. So tonight he'd be dragging drunken idiots out of fights, getting puked on and generally having a great time. With his seniority he shouldn't be...
Disclaimer: This story contains adult content and must not be viewed unless you are 18 years of age or older. The story features a theme of interracial sex between a Hotwife, and her black lovers. If you find this theme offensive please read no further. As stated in my previous story, The School Teacher, I teach third grade, am a wife and mother of three....
Background This preferably should be read in conjunction with a knowledge of the seven previous parts that provide a cumulative of the story so far and the imbroglio that was progressively enmeshing and about to smash some of the participants. However this Part rests on its own facts and can be read as a stand-alone story and still be interesting and intri...