"So yeah, I'll be late for dinner", my wife said over the speakerphone located in the storage alcove adjacent to my classroom. I could hear papers on her desk rustling over the phone line. She was distracted by work, so I might be able to stumble my way through this, so to speak. "I might not even make it until late. Go ahead and have something on your own....
Margery Downing had just arrived at station 2112 to review her next case as public defender she became accustomed to dealing with a high volume case load and at the spur of the moment she could be given any case at any moment but little did Margie know how this next case would effect the rest of her life. The pretty attorney sipped coffee while Detective Sid...
Chapter 4 : The Interview James sat on the simple wooden chair beside the desk, his wrists still cuffed behind him. A uniformed officer stood beside the door, ignoring him. Her tailored and laundered uniform contrasted with the shabby surroundings. Her jet black pencil skirt showed no speck of dust, her short sleeved shirt bright white, pressed and cut to...
Wednesday's interviews were routine and when Anna arrived on Thursday morning, I told her that I knew one of the day's subjects. "You didn't explain what we are looking for, did you?" "No. Actually, I just met her. The only person I've ever talked to about the project in any detail is working for the summer in a lacrosse camp in her home town. She thought...
Man you are GOOD! From zero to bed in under eight hours! She's probably with Charlie now, laughing hysterically at how easily you fell for it. Won't say "fuck!" Doesn't emote when she cums! Only ever fucked one guy! — "He lapped it up! Man, is he gullible!" You'll never see her again. Crap. I uploaded the 43 best shots from the concert to Flickr and sent...
I didn't want to go to graduate school right after college. But in 1965 the Vietnam War made being out of school and under 26 dangerous. My father was friends with the head of the local draft board, though, and he found a deferent if I was enrolled in a foreign university. Dad had been to Munich's Oktoberfest in 1964 with several of his business friends and...
It was Saturday afternoon when I finally got some time alone with the family computer. Margery and the kids were out for the rest of the afternoon. I had three hours all to myself, about the only vacation time I was getting these days. Too damn much work, too damn much of everything. It's a good thing there's always porn! Good old porn! The office stiff's...
By the Authority that was given to me by the state, custody of the child Molly Stills. Will remain with the Mother of the child Margery Stills. "Margery Stills" echoed in the head of Jessica Hartman. Her heart broke at that moment, her dream of raising Molly was crushed forever. Molly Stills survived an auto crash her father didn't, with her Mother "missi...
Dale was in a bit of a pickle. It was one thing to be in Gloria's bed every couple of days; he could even manage to fit in Lois a few times a week. But now that Bethany had entered his life—and with the prospect of bedding two other females at least once, and probably more often—he began to realize his limitations. My cock isn't a machine—it does need a li...
It was November twenty second, 1962 at the Talbot's home in a small norther eastern town in Texas. Margery Talbot set a traditional Thanksgiving table, a snow white table cloths, the good china and silver flat wear to eat turkey with giblet gravy, Glazed ham, mashed potatoes, carrots, Brussels sprouts, German potato salad, green beans with bacon, dinner roll...