These following stories will be writing part in the first person where Harm and Mac speak about their past affairs and past in the third person where their stories unfold as they occurred. ***** After lunch Harm looked at Sarah and tried with all of his sexual persuasion to coax her into to bed, and not to tell of his sexual escapades, but to try and creat...
'Can I buy you a drink?' It took me a second to realise I was being asked a question. It took another two to comprehend what was being asked. It then took me countless more seconds to try and decide whether I should say 'yes' or 'no'. It might sound silly, but at twenty-four years of age, I'd never had a man ask to buy me a drink in a straight bar before....
CHAPTER ONE "Daddy, Daddy!" Danny -- Danielle to my mother and the people in the Registry of Births office, but Danny to everybody else -- yelled as she leaped off the last step of the bus and tore across the lawn, home from another day of kindergarten. Molly Benton, also five, had jumped off at almost the same time, nearly knocking Danny to the ground as...
Prologue When John Anderson first applied for the position of vice principal at Aphrodite's Preparatory School for Girls, it had been as a joke. A recent graduate of State with a double degree in psychology and teaching before swinging through law school, he'd never really thought about being any sort of school administrator. He'd intended to teach business...
"Please come with us. It's just lunch." "I don't think so. I appreciate the offer, but I'd feel more comfortable staying at home." "Farah, I know how hard it's been for you. And I know how much you loved Ben. But you can't stay home all day, every day." "Traci? I don't do that. I'm not home 24/7, and you know that, so please don't exaggerate in order to g...
Chapter 56: Decision, decisions During the trip, we discussed what had happened and Maureen admitted that she had to be less adventurous in the future. It had been fun, but it had skirted around danger. She grinned, however. "Perhaps we should go back to Bali? Remember all the stewardesses playing volley topless? There would be fun, but with no problems att...
White Buddha: Portrait of an ESL Teacher in China "Melvin..." "Where was he from?" "Portland, Oregon." "That's weird." "It's a weird place..." "But he hated Portland, like, really, really hated Portland, always shitted on its hipsters, and politically correct, passive aggressive people..." "He certainly was not passive aggressive." "Wasn't he...
I pulled up to Leah's apartment; a small, blue and white Cape Cod-style house with heavily weathered shingles. It had inexpensive rent and overlooked the parking lot for a hair salon and a cheap Chinese takeout spot we sometimes ate at after a late night of drinking. I fondly recall all the times I sat across from Leah, watching her interrupt a silly grin by...
Authors note: This is the fifth and final part of my story, and I believe I have saved the best for last. Thank you to those of you who've read the first four parts. For those readers who are new to The Gentlemen's Panty Club, I have included a short cheat sheet in this note, listing the major characters and a few significant details about them, that should...
Note: All persons in this novel are fictitious. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity, this story is not for you. Those scenes that are included will be evocative rather than just for the sake of sex itself. This story is for your reading pleasure. Its length is undetermined at this time, because I do not know where my mind will tak...