Part 7 They took the roadster back to Janet's home. Entering they found a note from Hilda. Looking at the paper Janet frowned. Mark understood for he was not ready to spring the news on his family either. "Let's head to a hotel. We can have some privacy there." Mark suggested. Janet grabbed a bag and collected a few things so they could leave quickly. Th...
I hated how it had come down to this. The WestCrest Mall was in an upscale neighborhood, the building barely two years old, and was genuinely a beautiful and comfortable place to shop for ridiculously overpriced luxuries. However, unfortunately I wasn't there to buy. I found the entrance I was looking for and parked my little coupe and steeled myself for the...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. ****************** Los Angeles, California Drops of water slowly came beating down over the windshield of the gold Silver Screen Express taxi van. David let out a sigh as he realized that rain was coming, despite some clear weathe...
[Author's Note: This story will make a lot more sense if you read part one first. Thanks to all who sent me feedback on part one. Some loved it - some hated it. Either way, if I've aroused passionate feelings about it, I've accomplished my goal. Enjoy part two. There is more to come.] * One month later . . . I came across Jeff's story, Tripping the Switc...
This series is a telling of stories about Don and Lisa from the Dueling Duets Series A word of explanation needs to be put in here, because this story has been rendered technically obsolete. There was a time - really, there was! - when the Internet didn't exist. There was no World Wide Web. There was no streaming media. And, believe it or not, there was no...
Chicago: Obsessive: A persistent disturbing preoccupation with an often unreasonable idea or feeling: compelling motivation. (2013, Merriam Webster) Excessive: Exceeding what is usual, proper, or necessary...(2013, Merriam Webster) Tavis Excessive: That's my word for today. Mom said I needed to learn it because she was so tired of hearing me talk about...
Pt. XVIII: Safari Snatch Caitlin, Kim and Sal rode their Harleys from Dyer, Nevada, across the border and into California, heading north. They crossed back into Nevada at Topaz Lake and headed up I-395 to Reno. Right up to the casino-hotel where Thomas Peterson had been murdered they rode. Jack had reserved the other super suite for them. Peterson lost hi...
CHAPTER FOUR -- MORE OF THE OTHER GIRLS Author's note: Based on reader feedback and requests, I decided to write a series of stories that are based on women that I have had sex with in the course of my lifetime. This period would normally cover my high school senior year 1959 and the years in the Marine Corps (1959-1963) up to the current day. I will not co...
Thrashes of light sporadically washed over the pulsing milieu, unrelenting high-hat flourishes tapping their teeth while the vibrations of the kick drum bounced their heads fore and aft. Their bodies were a vessel containing a dearth of gleeful sensory overload. Dozens of the turned-on were turned out to imbibe in the full gale-force trauma of a mere night w...
Although they were both rather asocial people in general, the knowledge that it would be a long time before they would see each other again made it hard to say good-bye. Li stood there, watching as BJ got in line and went through the security checkpoints, and remained until he disappeared beyond the machines and people. The drive home felt strangely loneso...