It was not exactly what I had expected: indeed, it was nothing at all like what I had expected when I had got off the plane at the airport and driven to the villa. I had thought it would all simply be a quiet week of steady work at the keyboard punctuated by meals and sleep. It turned out not to be as simple as that - not at all. Surprising really for a fam...
I'm taking the flight back from Tokyo to Hanoi on Wednesday night after three hectic days trying to close a deal with the Marubeni Corporation. Unfortunately, it needs more work and I'll be back in Japan with some of my senior team from Vietnam in a few weeks. After checking in, while waiting in the JAL business class lounge, I'd called my chief of staff, N...
Author's notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is pur...
Part 5 — The Final Night by Paul Gerard (a pen name) First Draft started 2008-06-17 This version 2012-09-06 Proof-reading: A very heartfelt thank you to CoffeePilot for his time and patience. The numbering, I suck at it. Yes, I remember that this is technically supposed to be Part 4.2, because the previous part was called 4.1, and they once were just o...
A Novel by Paris Waterman Chapter 4 Dating - Rosa had Kathy's dinner ready almost an hour early, prompting Kathy to ask what was going on. Having no idea that her daughter had witnessed her and Dutch frolicking in bed earlier, Rosa was a little flip in answering. "Got a date." "With the guy you were screwing this morning?" "What!" Kathy blithely igno...
Wow, another weekend at Gary's cabin with my favorite guys. I almost fainted as they squeezed me between them, and it was Gary who asked if I was too warm. I said yes, and Gary removed my sweatshirt as Scott pulled off my sweatpants. Gary sighed loudly and asked if I always went out without underwear on. I answered that it was only weekends like this that fo...
Samantha Fairchild was a 22 year old beauty who had briefly considered going into the lucrative world of high fashion as a model but decided that it would be more satisfying to carve out a career in journalism and so was now one of many editors at World Magazine trying to climb the ladder of success. She had recently graduated with honors from the Universi...
BRUSSELS, VIENNA: APRIL/MAY LUKE, ANITA, ELENA 'Well, if she has to, she has to, I suppose. I'd better load her down with some self-study material, and she can e-mail me her written work for correction. The exam's only two months away though, and I'm not really happy about losing nearly half the class time that's left.' Anita and Elena looked at each other...
Chapter Eight When the Erikson twins had finished with Jackie's lawn that Friday, they came up on the porch to get paid, expecting to be told that she didn't have the cash and to come back that night. They were surprised when she handed them their money immediately. Jackie noticed the disappointed look on their faces and smiled. "Boys," she said, you still...
Delicious smells of baking roast and fresh bread came from the kitchen as Brian came in from the out of doors. The smells of dinner nearly done replaced the scents from outside, the smell of fallen leaves and crisp autumn air. Brian was just returning from dropping off his son and daughter at his mother's house so he and his wife could enjoy a nice quiet eve...