New Year's Eve 1956, Charles and Diana Richards and Tom and Lynda Seldon were celebrating at a party in the ballroom of the hotel they were staying at in Washington D.C. The Bureau had very generously rewarded them with tickets to the party for their quick work. They had discovered the identity that Bradley Williams had assumed and that he'd been traveling b...
It was Friday evening and after a hard week, Lynda and I decided to dress up and go out for a nice dinner and a movie. We stopped at the house to change into some nice clothes. While dressing, we teased and played with each other to relieve our stress and build some anticipation. Lynda came out of the bathroom wearing a stunning white blouse that was open e...
Lynda Curtis had realized the night she almost took advantage of her best friend's husband that she had to let go of her feelings for Charles Richards. She didn't want to ruin her friendship with Diana. A little over a week later, they had let her know that she was forgiven. Diana had even made that crazy offer to let her kiss and touch Charles...as long as...
Author's note: This is part of a long story. No part of it is intended to stand alone. I suggest starting with Part 1 In revising the whole story, I've corrected errors, but also filled in a lot. This has inevitably made it all even longer. My apologies to anyone who read it in the original form and now finds it changed for the worse. If you're looking m...
Author's note: This is part of a long story. No part of it is intended to stand alone. I suggest starting with Part 1 In revising the whole story, I've corrected errors, but also filled in a lot. This has inevitably made it all even longer. My apologies to anyone who read it in the original form and now finds it changed for the worse. If you're looking m...
Hepzibah, a harpy with a magical amulet that made her appear like an emaciated human woman, lay on my friend Monday's bed caressing an egg that was about the size of a volleyball. I turned to Monday. "Damnit, Monday, I told you to wrap it up!" He looked back at me, eyes wide. "My girlfriend just laid an egg, and you're going on about safe sex?!" --- Seve...
Author's note: This is part of a long story. No part of it is intended to stand alone. I suggest starting with Part 1 In revising the whole story, I've corrected errors, but also filled in a lot. This has inevitably made it all even longer. My apologies to anyone who read it in the original form and now finds it changed for the worse. If you're looking m...
One of Southwest Chicago's classier fashion boutiques, Soft n Silky, was closed for the day. Snowflakes drifted slowly down to the street outside like big fluffy goose feathers. Inside the boutique, the lights were dimmed, shades drawn over the windows for the night. But it was not as quiet as it usually was at about 6:15 in the evening. Angela Drake sat s...
Clint and his girlfriend and had lived together for more than a year, but after a recent argument, Lynda packed her things and moved out. Communication came to a halt, except for the occasional message left on Clint's machine about a bill, mail or something equally innocuous. After more than three weeks, Clint began to feel the effects of Lynda's absence. H...
I'm still working through the period before the original story began. The next chapter I hope will start to bring the stories together. To those who like the story enjoy, and to those that don't: Why do you keep reading? **** The first week of November found Steven Fitzgerald in the drab little room that served as his office in the larger law firm. His pl...