WELCOME TO DETROIT There are fifty shades of gray in the Motor City. And all their names are Death. It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. OK, forget about the "best" part. That was when the Huron, Ojibway and the Chippewa still roamed the Lakes, long before Whitey came and the frogs renamed the Indians' Tsychsarondia River "Detroit," which e...
A million drops of water will hollow a stone Three months passed, and a patient repetition of daily chores created a new normality for Lucian Gaines -- even in a world as weird as Norton's Academy of Excellence. Since he started classes, things sped up. Life became more palpable, more real -- though increasingly bizarre. He was at a school after all, a...
For Brazenpeach, my ultimate Fan Girl. You begged for more Diego. Here you go, girl! SSW *** My heart thudded rapidly in my chest. What I had been dreaming about every day and night for the past two months, despite my attempts to move on, was happening. Behind me, the swish of the door as it opened then closed with Sherry's impromptu departure was barely...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* Bobby Broussard raised an eyebrow when he entered the apartment. Michelle was in the kitchen, making his favorite...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* Working on hands and knees, laying the four by four inch ceramic tile in the ten by twelve kitchen was hard, back-...
The part that I hate most about this job is that everyone in this place hates my guts. To put this in some sort of context, I am here, as a Major Crimes detective, in this small community to conduct an investigation into a particularly heinous crime, the systematic rape of a young girl. As an outsider from the city I have been treated as a leper, someone t...
When I first went off to college, I immediately pledged a fraternity. I wasn't interested in that brotherhood stuff so much; I just figured it was the best way to drink a lot of beer and fuck a lot of women. It didn't work out that way. When I went to my first keg party, they wouldn't give me a wrist band because I wasn't 21. And it was there that I met J...
Author's Note: This is the final chapter to the "Temptation" series. If you haven't read the first three parts, I suggest going back to read them before this one. Make sense, it will not... As always, I need to express my sincere gratitude to my editors Guinahart, BlackRandl1958 and SBrooks103x, for all of their input and corrections. I am still amazed at...
Reading Lucy the House Slave will give you more background information. Josh walked into school for the first day, and knew his new life had just begun. It was not the move to Georgia from New Jersey, or unpacking boxes that made him have this feeling. West Cole Middle School hired him over the phone before he had even packed a box. Now it was August and...
It was just one afternoon that didn't really mean anything. She just had to see what it was like. Edited by Lady Cibelle * I must be crazy. That's what I told myself as I looked at my reflection in the mirror and almost changed my mind again. But I didn't. What I saw was a middle-aged woman with long red hair and big green eyes that were now narrowed with...