This is a different one for me. No cheating. No elaborate plots. Just a story of appreciating what you have. I've been told that happiness is not having everything you want, but wanting what you have. And there is more than one way to betray someone, so here's a story about that. Edited by my good friend NonetheWiser, who, as usually, takes my drivel and m...
Chapter 26 -- Ajar Quite a good-size crowd from the Circle stood around as Dave Prentiss, Ty Winter, and Owen Bennett climbed onto a small podium in front of the new Townhouse 3 project. A symbolic wide red ribbon stretched across the front of the podium between two posts. The men had been motivating forces for the creation of and then the expansion of the...
Taking Stock David completed his report and gently closed his lap-top. He felt very pleased with himself. Since returning to the East Coast his job had been going very well. He rarely had to bring work home with him any more and this had really just been a case of dotting a few 'i's and crossing a few 't's. Now just about the whole of the weekend was his to...
Dear Readers, Sorry, this part of the story broke up kind of funny so it's not the neatest transition. Also, because of what's going on, there really isn't any sex in this chapter. There will, as you might expect, be more later. Enjoy, KemMyst ***** Thursday Calvin called to Sampson and they ate breakfast in his room. "So, Cal, you've called me here...
I knocked on the door of Lucy's house about three quarters of an hour after she'd phoned. She opened it, whilst standing behind it, and invited me in, telling me to be quiet as the children were asleep upstairs. It was only as she shut the door behind me that I realised why she had hidden herself shyly. She was wearing very, very little. A black platform bra...
Author's note: I may have set a new record for the longest delay between installments. My apologies. I'd like to think I can pick up the pace going forward. Since this chapter is a direct continuation of previous chapters, I would suggest starting from the beginning, or at the very least, Chapter 4. As always, I respectfully request your constructive feedbac...
"This is awesome!" Amy beamed when she stepped into the location. By itself, there was little worth noting about the area. Stagehands, managers, lights, photographers and others scurried around, making sure nothing would go wrong. No, it was the group of models gathered to the side of the action that sparked Amy's euphoria. A manager approached. They wore hi...
Belton, Texas, 1989 Cactus Sports Bar was the busiest place on a Sunday and owner of the hottest wings west of the Mississippi. It was pregame, the sounds of Ton Loc's 'Funky Cold Medina' rocking the bar. "Hey Parker, we call this the 'Dwight Clark shelf.' You have to reach up way high," Randy the bartender teased. "Oh that is so cruel," Linda sympath...
This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip – California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of Th...
Terry Gaiman adjusted his black bow tie in the mirror, trying to get it straight. He twisted it first one way, decided he'd gone too far, twisted it back, realised he'd overcompensated, twisted it again. Why did evening wear have to be so complicated? He fussed with his cufflinks. The shirt cuffs felt like a pair of oversized floppy manacles. He looked bac...