Chapter 1 - A Proposition My older brother Scott called me on a Thursday night just after Easter. It had been a long day at work and I was washed out, lying on the sofa with a glass of wine and feeling sorry for myself. "Hi Karen, how's it going?" he said. I tried to think of something cheery to say. Scott and I were the only kids in our family and had a...
"Gloria, what am I going to do with you?" "What do you mean Mom?" "Another new dress, you just bought one last month." "Mom, it's 1925, it's modern times, I'm 18, working and making a good salary." "I know honey, I just don't want to see you spend all your money, and before you get started I know you kick money into the family fund." "So do you like the...
Foreword: This is VERY LOOSELY BASED on the Paula Broadwell/General Petraeus scandal. HOWEVER, I want to make it perfectly clear that this is just a work of fiction, and isn't to be taken as fact or even that seriously. :P This is a spy tale that has a cheating slut wife in it. If you take it too seriously, that's Not My Problem. lol I still hope everyone...
Thanks to Ada Stuart for taking time from her busy life to provide some very helpful constructive criticism. I don't believe this would have been as readable without her contribution. I'd joined Adelaide & Tash as a junior partner in the audit department. It pissed off some of the more senior associates and made a few enemies for me. But I came through the...
I wandered in to work on Tuesday morning pondering what surprises the day might hold in store for me. I was still disappointed at the thought that I would probably no longer see Kitty after last night, my first and favourite client and greatest success when it came to getting her to produce milk. After only four sessions she was producing a steady stream tha...
Rebecca may not be old in years, but she has formed some definite ideas about life. Men, she is convinced, are all simpletons. Some may be kind, some less so: some may even be clever simpletons: but they all keep their brains between their legs. As such they are all cash cows – to be milked, both metaphorically and literally. Women are slightly more complic...
When Jamie moved to London, he was just 20. After two years of working in the advertising department of a West Country regional newspaper, Jamie had managed to build up a portfolio of work that was good enough to convince the powers that be at Mackenzie-Marshall that he was worth a punt. He had also been lucky enough to find a small, furnished one-bedroom...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bla...
Chap. 1 "Human dignity is more precious than prestige." Claude McKay, 1939 "We'll contact you if any openings become available," said the man on the other end of the phone. Hakim had called to follow-up on a job interview he had had the day before. He had quickly caught on that "we'll contact you if a job comes up" really meant, "hell no, you ain't g...
Note to reader: This story is fiction. Copyright (c) 2019. If you have never been, the afternoon commute in southern California is terrible. Unlike the cities of New York and Chicago, with their fantastic public transportation systems, southern Californians need personal vehicles. Millions of people commute to work from one city to another and do not use pu...