It was about two thirty on an afternoon in June when my life as a middle class young Jewish professional woman ended. The preceding month was one of transitions in my life. After mulling over the three acceptances I had received for law school, I decided to go to the local institution. Wanting to have a little fun before three years of hard work, I quit my j...
The morning's headlines were filled with news of several San Francisco Police Department officers killed overnight - which were described as thoroughly brutal assassinations. The first these reports savaged the climate of fear that had enveloped the Bay Area as a result of an apparent Death Squad operating at the heart of one of the most storied police depar...
“Hey John, Come down here a minute.” “What the hell’s she want now?” I mumbled to myself. “Just a sec, the games almost over.” My wife has a revolving group of friends that get together once a month to play cards. Sometimes it’s a young group; sometimes it’s mixed with some older ladies. This week it appears to be pretty mixed. Usually I try to stay as fa...
Chapter 2 - A mate for life It is a fact of nature that a lot of the earth's species mate for life. There are a number of birds and mammals that are well known for, once they select a mate, staying with that mate for life. They will guard that mate and ward off any potential rival suitors. The Rocky Mountain range of mountains in North America, extends fro...
This is a continuation of my 'coffee break' with Kiki. The reader might want to read about that before opening this one. No coffee this time, just dessert. When the phone rang that evening, I was surprised to see Kiki's name and phone number on my caller ID. I grabbed the phone before the answer machine could kick in. "Hello, sweet thing." "Hi there, lover...
Pure Stroke – A home invasion stroke story This is my second story. It is intended as a stroke story, and I hope you see it as such. I have used no editor, and no beta readers, so any errors are mine and mine alone. Because it is a stroke story don't look too hard for character development. You won't find it. I say again, this is a stroke story.. Let me...
It is mid afternoon on a summer day. The day of the week and the month of the year no longer matter to me, for I am imprisoned without hope of rescue. Freedom will come only if the man who has kidnapped me is exorcised of the demon that has possessed him and made me the victim of his odious desires. I had fallen asleep to the sound of wind rustling through...
Nights were hardest now. The dark uncertainty of morning -- and what might come, like shades of gray marching across her ceiling, because even Copenhagen's wharves lay quiet now -- whether by day or night. The constant stream of rumors from the south, of Germany and Austria on the march once again, had unsettled even her father -- and nothing ever unsettled...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
INTRODUCTION I was 40 years old, single and had just moved into a modest home on the lake. It was a 3-bedroom, 2-bath ranch style home. It was on the water so it cost twice what it cost if it was inland. The house was situated on a ¼ acre somewhat wooded lot. There was a wooden deck out back with a screened-in gazebo with a hot tub inside. There was a dock...