He had no idea how long they had been sitting there but he recognized Megan's voice immediately. ". . .he is around here close. I can feel it. I have always been able to sense when he is near. I just hope he will stop long enough to talk with me so I can explain what we mean to each other. I have to make him believe me." The other person must have been Mary...
Edited by Deep Blue C ***** Jim Cravens stood in the motel doorway, breathing in the beach air, the salty tang waking him further from his sleep as he looked at his car parked just a few feet away, the morning mist dripping from the maroon paint. He debated whether to walk or drive to the diner down the street and mentally flipping a coin, decided that dri...
What would happen if both partners did something wrong but neither would admit it? What if both stuck to their lies? This one is just for fun. Thank you angel love for the time you put in editing this story for me and your suggestions. Sean Just after 5:00 P.M. on Thursday, I walked down the hall to Jerry's office and stuck my head in his door. "Is he in...
Unlike my previous stories, this one was not based on real life, but rather created for the pleasure of my wonderful wife. In between when this story was started, and when I finished it, her fantasy came true; but not at all like I had envisioned it below. We hope you enjoy it. "I'm back!" I smelled incense as I shut the door behind me. "Any word from Kat...
Some readers have already made up their minds that Lynette's husband Jerry is going to 'wimp out', and grovel to get her to come back so he can become a voyeur and watch her continue to cheat. The tendencies some of you believe I have to wimp out may not necessarily apply in this case though. Not everything turns out the way we think or even hope it should...
I debated on the title but finally decided to just leave it as it first came to me. This is fiction. The towns named are real but that is all that is real. The events and people are all figments of my imagination. There is very little sex and no one under the age of eighteen is involved. Sorry if you are looking for a stroke story. I am not talented enough t...
"Oh my God, a honeymoon! How romantic! We went on cruise for our honeymoon too!" the bleach blonde, taut-skinned woman of about 42 sitting across from us gushed. She had that sort of drawn look that pretty woman who resist aging get. Hannah always called it "Courtney Cox Syndrome." But I wasn't focusing on her. Even looking across the table would make my hea...
NOTE TO OUR READERS: This has taken a long time to produce because we took time out to get married – yes to each other! We're concluding our story with this chapter. We'll stay in touch with several of you who have contacted us via email. But mostly Lissia and I are going to get 'caught up on our lives together'. We hope this closing chapter brings everythin...
1 The sun hung deep over the steep cliffside as we took the last bend in the winding road that led down to the tiny village, stuck on the edge of the barren, rocky coastline we wanted to travel during the next four weeks. We had been driving the whole day and were quite exhausted from the long journey, but we couldn't ignore the spectacular view of the pict...
No one saw the company commander as he quietly stepped into the rec tent where his Marines were unwinding from the heavy fighting that afternoon. As he looked around the room, he didn't see black, white, or brown. He only saw green and he'd gladly give his life for any one of them, and he knew they felt the same way about him. Officers were afforded a certa...