As Janet Phillips paged through the thin personnel file she became more impressed. This file belonged to Frank Williams a part time distribution supervisor. Part time supervisors were rare; generally they came from the ranks of recent retirees who wanted to augment their retirement income. Frank didn't fit that mold. He had worked for her company, Global Par...
Our story begins with a fresh faced but astonishingly sexy Marine. He'd just finished basic and technical training and, due to his superior intelligence, skill, and power, he's been assigned as a member of a special exfiltration team. Word comes that there is an urgent mission - to rescue and extract a group of kidnapped American college school girls from a...
This is the fictitious story of a young female rookie police officer assigned to patrol the downtown theatre district with an experienced field-training officer (FTO). LB, formerly known as FBB, my love and soul mate is the coauthor and editor. Mellissa shows up for roll call and meets Gene, her FTO; a guy she heard at the academy was a stickler for det...
Jamie shivered unable to believe she was standing in front of the big Marine dressed as she was, he smiled down at her though. "Very festive ma'am if I may say so you look down right edible". Jamie felt her pussy quiver at how he was looking down into her ample exposed cleavage, he opened the passenger door of the big panel van and helped her up. His hand c...
A lot had happened in the last week to Master Sergeant Charles E. Cobb, USMC, ret. On 30 June 2002, he had retired from the Corps. He had sold his property near Camp Pendleton. Pulling a trailer with all his belongings, he had made it to Lewiston, Idaho in time to sell his car, bid for, and get, one of the school buses the school system disposed of annually....
Sue Wharton was depressed. She would have said a curt and tearful: "Of course I'm depressed. I've lost them all." She would be speaking of course of Dan, her husband, gone these 5 years or so and now, now, everlastingly now Kenny, dead of a roadside bomb in Iraq! It was a phrase that she couldn't stand to have repeated but was aways in her heart, in her co...
Jessica stroked Hank's muscular thigh with one hand in a distracted manner as she thought about what they had been discussing. He lay on the small bed with his arms behind his head as he watched her think. Again he was struck by how deeply she would consider information before reacting. Also her constant need to touch him made him feel good, it was just a s...
Dave and Susan sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g. I love you. Dave watched Susan sitting there as if he had pulled her plug or pulled out her batteries. Emotionless, she was comatose. When most women would love to hear that, he say the wrong thing by telling her that he loved her. Happy one minute and sad the next, he wondered if she was a manic depressive. W...
Dave and Susan begin a beautiful friendship over breakfast. "Nice to meet you Susan Jill Parker. I'm Dave. Dave Ryan," he said offering her his big hand. Seeing her up close, as if seeing her for the first time, he saw her bloodied nose, her split lip, and the discolored, puffy mouse under her eye. His hero, she took as much of a beating as she gave. Those...
Blown to pieces, a war hero returns home for Halloween. It was a Tuesday, just after 9am, when Brad heard about the plane crashing in the Twin Towers. He didn't have a first class until later and he was still in bed. His dormitory at Boston College was alive with people congregating in the corridors and in one another's rooms and they had already burst in h...