Susan sat smugly in the back of the FBI vehicle. Mr. Asshole Mark Miller, big time FBI creep couldn't tell the difference between amniotic fluid and piss. She looked over and leered, "If I lose my baby I'll see that you're screwed; screwed but good." Agent Miller silently gnashed his teeth. The vehicle sped on into the night. It was a huge SUV, but had no...
This story follows on from the events recounted in my "Spoils of Victory" trilogy, but this one stands on its own, so you don't need to have read the trilogy for it to make sense. Of course, if you haven't . . .? She phoned me Sunday evening, just after I'd got back from my weekend away. I'd thrown my soiled clothes in the wash basket, grabbed a beer from t...
The Decision They ate lunch together at least three times a week. She was semi-retired from the law firm she founded. She worked when she wanted; her office was in the same building as Sam's. Sam was a political consultant. They usually ate in the bar down the street from their building. "You know Sam, I'm not wanting you to leave her. I want us to be a fa...
I am still leaning on 5 chapters for this story, two more than the last tale, but each chapter is significantly longer. There might be a 6th, it depends on how I spread out the next one. I like the way this tale is going and it's been flowing out at a decent clip. I hope that others are enjoying it as well and please, as always, comment and vote if you want...
Jack arrived back in town late Wednesday. Things hadn't gone as well with the ex-forensics guy as Jack had hoped. The trip wasn't a total waste, but the information he obtained had a definite shelf life, and as such, he needed to up his timetable. It wasn't making his plans for Santos a slam-dunk, either. All of which, set him on edge. His anxiety redlined...
Again special thanks to Editor Dave T, who for reasons, only God knows, continues 'the-root-canal- without-anesthetic 'like experience of trying to make my chicken scratch resemble something readable. All and any errors are mine. ++++ "Seriously? You are firing me? You have got to be kidding." My soon to be ex-boss was sweating a bit around the bald sp...
Hi, I'm back again. I have been busy with four stories in various stages of completion. I was writing a BTB when inspiration struck for this one. I was reading a JPB story, one of the masters of this genre, when a line jumped out and grabbed me. "I had given her everything she wanted car, jewelry, clothes." Hmm I thought, if he had given her everything wh...
(Sequel to Sins of the Father and A Ladies Companion) "...And the rest of my estate, I leave to my wastrel son, Eric. The monies to be held in trust until he graduates from Harvard Business School or until one of his offspring beats him to it, on which day the entire trust shall devolve to that individual." I'm Eric and that was my father's last will and t...
My husband, Adam, and I, we share something. Something special. Something intimate. Something real. I give him everything I have. I worship him and love him. I am a kept woman and over the years he has trained me, taught me how to be a better woman and in return he's a better man. I deserve him and he, he deserves me. Some people would call me a trophy wif...
No Controlling Legal Authority Ch. 28: Courtroom Christmas Part 2 Courtship Caleb Style, or Anne Pleads Her Case Caleb allowed her to lead him from his office into the courtroom adjoining his office. The door closed behind them, and she paused while her eyes adjusted to the light. He reached for the light-switch, but she stopped him saying, "Don't, please,...