"Mornin', Charlie," he said to the store's manager. "Vince. Hey. Congratulations!" "Oh, right. Um...thank you, sir!" "Hey. Stop by my office before you leave today, okay?" the store manager demanded more than asked. "Okay. Will do," came the reply without a request for additional information. Vince Barrow pulled on a green Publix apron, complete with hi...
This story takes place in a fictional world with fictional people. Any similarities to people or things in the world we actually live in is coincidental. ***** Tim's support had been requested by a local contractor at the planning board meeting that Tuesday evening. Gwen waited until all the trucks were back and being unloaded that afternoon before she kis...
Waiting in the junction, watching her dress fluttering in the dark, Emma found the heat and humidity sucking the energy out of her. She had been waiting for a while, worried about Leira, wondering if she had been caught or hurt. It wasn't until she finally saw her crawling out of the vent that she let the worry go for a moment before sensing difficulty in he...
The Captain did get a shock a short while later, once the Space Relations had docked in the SCS California, next to the SCS Beagle. He was sitting in the lounge with a purring cat woman on either side, while Mary and Margo danced provocatively with the other felines. Cruz and Thor excitedly cheered them on. Willow appeared from the hallway door with two Exp...
The following morning was traumatic, but not for the reasons one might expect. I woke up about 9:30, actually a bit early considering that it was Sunday morning and I hadn't gone to sleep until almost 4:00 AM. I looked over at Sandy who was faced away from me and who still seemed to be asleep. Last night's events were sharp in my mind and I felt a sudden aro...
My name is Keith Ray. A tall, good-looking black man in his early twenties. I have a secret to share with you. I've got no conscience whatsoever. People don't understand me. I've been called everything from functional psychopath to cunning sociopath. I call myself a Free Spirit. A man who does what he wants and lets no one hold him back. Currently, I'm imper...
"Danny, this isn't something that needs to affect us. Not in any real or meaningful way. It's something completely outside of us." You're probably wondering why my bride of twelve years just made that statement to me just now. Thirty minutes earlier I had walked out of my office building, where I work as a CPA for a medium size accounting firm, to walk a c...
"Divorce is considered haram in the Islamic world, and after splitting from my former husband, my own family turned against me and shunned me," Nazriya Jalakam said, sighing. The short, curvy and brown-skinned Sri Lankan Muslim woman looked at the seven men and eight women of the Divorce Recovery Support Group meeting in the basement of Saint Bernardine Chur...
" " ‘ ' The healer stood beside the narrow bed. Crissa rested soundly, her wounds mostly healed. Peris smiled happily at the soft-spoken healer as he turned toward her. "She will be fine, but needs a day or two bed rest," he said. He face then shifted to a rather sardonic expression. "It's good that you forewarned me that her wounds might seem as if earned i...
Love, they say, is a many splendored thing. It features in a million songs and books and plays and movies. But what about friendship? "Stop, honey, it's all right," the voice said. "Everything is fine, it was just sex. You did wonderful." Juliana gasped. Then she broke down again, burying her face deeper into the woman holding her. The two of them sat...