John was running late; the last thing he wanted was to have to pay the babysitter for staying late. It sucked that his wife had left him just when things were looking up but he consoled himself with the fact that she did not take the boy with her when she left. It was not an easy life these days but he wanted to make it work and not just for his son's sake b...
Late Bloomers Syndrome Dr. Liam Large New York, NY Abstract Frequency of Delayed Puberty commonly known as Late Bloomers Syndrome has been on the rise in recent decades. By examining the diets and day to day activities of the selected volunteers, we can better understand the dangers and possibly correct the imbalances that the population experiences that wil...
I have had the privilege of working with Gaius Petronius as an editor since chapter 6. He has a very sharp eye, yet sometime I miss his corrections of my typos. I am extremely grateful to him for not only correcting, but teaching this feral writer, all the while reminding me to be true to myself. And because some of you have asked, this story is about hal...
A/N: This is my first submission, so I hope you all like it. Comments/criticism happily accepted! Just a warning that this story is going to be a slow burn, but hopefully a good one! ***** Chapter One: Fear When I first saw him, I was afraid. I was taking a late lunch at work, sitting alone in the tiny lunchroom when he came in: the new guy. Except, not...
The employees who worked in the International Bank Tower were familiar with elevator number three. It wasn't something that happened often, but it did happen, over the course of a year, perhaps two, or maybe three times. The computer, which controlled the elevators, hiccupped. There was no other word for it that they could think of. Hiccup seemed to work....
The hot water beat down over my shoulders, relaxing me as I finished the shower I had been indulging in. I had spent at least 20 minutes in the luxuriously large shower stall already, and even though I needed to get ready, I was in no big hurry to leave. I had pampered myself with the steaming hot shower, and wasn't ready to turn off the water and step out i...
A week after our shopping trip with the first lesson of modeling what was purchased, Paula called to see if I would like to go shopping again with her. Of course, I readily agreed. "Okay, I'll be there at 9:00 am sharp tomorrow," she told me. "Don't be late," I said. "I promise, I will be there at 9." And with that Paula hung up the phone. I spent Friday...
All characters mentioned in the story are over 18 years of age. ************ I jog down the corridor, my heavy backpack banging painfully against my hipbone. It's eight fifteen. Late. Again. Why am I always late? I ask myself as I approach the door to the classroom and hastily swing it open. Still out of breath, I am greeted by the calm face of my Englis...
This part is not so sexually explicit, since it's dedicated only to the day I've met Helen, and how things have happened... ***** My watch shows that Brad is late - we've recently finished our military service, where we've been colleagues, so I'm confused - we don't use to be late, or not keep our word... We're supposed to go have a beer. The moment I'm...
I decided to go to the residents party at the last minute. Mainly I was hoping to see my downstairs neighbor, Sandra, who I had a secret crush on, but hadn't worked up the courage to ask out yet. This was the second time I had been late, but I was waiting for a check from a magazine publisher for a story I'd written and it would be enough to cover this month...