Listening to the end of a Metallica song, he was in a groove, pounding out some hardware description code for the new design when he heard the sound of a screeching baby overtaking the grind of Kirk Hammett's axe. He lifted the headphones off one ear to make sure everything was OK. The sound of the bathtub filling alerted him; apparently the new nanny was gi...
Chapter 1. The Emptiness Inside Sally the receptionist/nurse stuck her head round the door and said, "That was the last, Prue." Prudence cleaned down the examination table then washed her hands. A dog with "The Itch," a cat with an aching tooth, a snake that wouldn't eat and a budgerigar in its cage but already dead; that had been the evening's work. She w...
(The second boring part. There is sex, though probably not enough to keep anyone's interest.) I lay on top of her, breathing hard, spent. Her hand reached under me and lifted my cock out of her, holding carefully the base of the condom. "Sorry," I said. "That was my job." "Mmmmm. Don't worry about it." She arched her back and stretched her legs out. Then...
Janet Simpson stormed into the den, placed her hands on her hips and shrieked, "Goddamnit George, are you going to take the garbage out or not?" George Simpson slowly lowered his newspaper, looked at his wife coldly and replied in an even voice. "I told you that I would take the fucking garbage out when I finished the paper." Janet turned back to the kitch...
I sat there in the bar clutching my drink, trembling, partly in anger at what had pushed me to this, but even more so with nerves at what I was about to do. It hadn't helped that I arrived an hour early. Rather than go home first and then have to come straight back out again, I decided to come immediately after work and have a couple of drinks to bolster m...
Chapter 1 This may have been a catastrophically unwise decision. If so, it will dramatically affect the rest of my life, which, in all likelihood, will not exceed sixty seconds. Frank Ryan had his arm extended pointing the barrel of a gun at me. He wasn't ready to shoot me yet. "Go on. Take the gun and shoot Mickey." I twirled a finger. "You know, custom...
Couple of weeks passed and nothing seemed to change for Deborah and Lewis. Lewis was now meeting with Leah on their set date as well as Fiona and Margaret. When he came home he stayed home the next day which was Wednesday. Sometimes his wife Deborah would be there waiting for him and they would have sex and talk about what he and she were doing when they wer...
There was no way she was going to work. She called in sick – something she hardly ever did – but after last night there was no way. In spite of hardly sleeping at all, she was running off the energy from her 'trip to the river.' Not wanting to disturb him (he never seemed to be bothered by this burst of energy, aside from his near constant erection) she sat...
Today was the last day of the inquest. The verdict was death by misadventure. That Todd kid, I dunno. He sure see's things differently from me. He spent an hour telling everyone how I should have saved them all. That it was my fault. That I was perving out by following them, that I'm some sort of twisted nutcase. I tried to point out that the only reason I w...
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