CHAPTER ONE The air shimmered under a relentlessly harsh and beating sun as, from high above, they watched. Theirs was a view unrestricted by hills or clouds as they silently watched and waited, patiently, every so patiently. Beady eyes watched as small dust clouds, raised by the hooves of the tired horse plodding along the desolate landscape of the Ariz...
When Megan finally came home tonight she saw that the television was on and walked into the living room to turn it off. She put her hand to her mouth and crumbled to the carpet. I'd downloaded all the footage I'd taken over the last few weeks onto a disc and looped all the footage. The twenty-eight minutes of video would keep playing and replaying until th...
Author's Note: This story was edited by Tim413413. His work was embarrassingly difficult. I actually think he spent more time on this than I did. Thank you sir! ***** Sandra woke to the wonderful smell of coffee. She moved slowly before she realized she was alone in bed. The memories from last night flooded back and, judging by the brightness of the Sun br...
It hadn't been just one of those days, but it had been one of those months! Brad Peterson had worked as an Advertising Executive for the past two years. He had moved up in the organization rapidly. At thirty-three, six foot one, with what could only be described as boyishly handsome features, he had achieved phenomenal success in a reasonably short period of...
This is the final two days of my trip working with Trista. If you haven't read the other portions of this story, I would suggest it. Feedback is welcome, especially of the message variety as I would love to discuss these adventures. Otherwise if leaving public comments, please make them constructive. Thanks. -------------------------------------------...
copyright January/2011 Please read Chapters 1& 2 to understand the characters and the events in the story to this point. Constructive comments, critiques, and emails are very welcome and appreciated. Thank you for taking your time to follow this tale. Please enjoy. ******************** Dixie didn't hesitate; without thinking about it she picked up the s...
I usually post in Loving Wives, but this story has no explicit sex, and the implications of sex are rather distant. So...Hello Non-Erotic. It's still a love story! Enjoy! ***** Danny Cane was a surfer. Still is, whenever the life of a 42 year old father of two active boys lets him get to the beach when the tide is coming in. Sounds like a lot of variables,...
I'm not 6'4" or a top notch horseman and I started fifteen or twenty years too late to double for Wayne, Gable, Heston, Mitchum, Peck and Lancaster like Chuck Roberson. I am small, so I lied about my age to fall off Buttermilk dressed as Dale in the late fifties. A dozen years later, I remember the director saying "I don't care if he survives, make him look...
What I am about to reveal really happened. Virginia, my wife, and I had known Bill and Jan about two years and considered them among our closest friends. Virginia taught elementary school with Jan and Bill was a photojournalist. Bill was an ex-jock and Jan was a typical small-town girl, cute and vivacious. She liked to talk a lot and sometimes rattled on, b...
It happens now and then to everyone who dares to go against the grain. Of course it had happened to Allie several times over the couple of years since her decision to go natural. And just by chance, it happened again on that afternoon in late September. She and Scott and two of their fellow law-students were enjoying a second round of coffee in their pleasan...