James Ian Pryce was a genius. Well! Is a genius. Not only did he hack nearly every Government and Military installation on Earth he recalled most of what he learned. Photographic memory helped him hide the paper trail. What nobody knew was that he had hidden the micro logic also within his youthful dog, "Xander". Xander led a normal life. Catching sticks th...
"Do you see that?" "Yes, I do," my husband, Alan, said. "I wonder why she does that." "To draw attention to herself," he said. "Well, she's doing that for sure. She got your attention, buddy." "Maybe she likes it," he said. "How could you...wait, do see that? That guy's fondling her breast!" I said. "Seems she likes that a lot. How about you, honey? W...
"I'll give you twenty for a blowjob." The insincerity of this tasteless joke was advertised by a huge grin that aimed for cheeky but fell short of the mark. "I'm not that cheap," I returned, my intended scowl turning distractedly wistful. I was a poor student in dire straits, my next maintenance payment being days away and my cupboards increasingly bare. Hu...
These are the final two chapters of Amnesia. Based on reader response on another site, I am adding an epilogue. I am greatly indebted to Erik Thread for his patience and consistent support while we worked the daylights out of this story. I hope you agree he made it a better read. Any errors are mine. * The F.B.I. arrests of Elliot Stainsby, Conrad Blyer, a...
LOG ENTRY 1000: I have finally reached Log 1000! I can hardly believe that I have been serving on the Valentine for 1000 days...It seems like only yesterday I was on the bottom tier doing push ups and drills all day and night, seeing my old friends sneak peeks at me when I was running on the treadmill...I miss them every single day. Especially you Lynn, I kn...
Thank you for all the on-going feedback from the previous story in this series. Hope you enjoy this next chapter. 5s and positive feedback are always appreciated. I also like the feedback that helps me improve my writing. Thank you those that have helped in that regard. ***** I came to in a world of pain, face down on the carpet of my new bedroom. At least...
Nick stared in astonishment. I don't believe I found her this easily. It can't be her. The best part of fifteen thousand miles, a change of aircraft in Perth for the final leg to the North-West coast, eight hours sleep in a blessed, air-conditioned roadhouse room, and there she was ... in the supermarket. It was her hair that Nick recognised. The woman with...
I don't know what love is, other than what I feel for you. I desire you, but more than that, I want to be desired by you. I keep your house, thankful that you permit me to share it with you, and am always seeking to decorate it to please you. I keep myself fit and attractive, thankful that you find pleasure in me, and am always seeking how best to present...
It had been some time since she allowed herself to delve into that dark abyss; a place where she stored all her memories. The pain was so real as she secretly tucked each memory, one by one, away for a time when she could deal with them, understand them, cherish them once again. How long had it been? She slowly lost count as the months rolled by. And yet s...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is NOT an erotic story. *** Catriona Hamsun blinks and screws her eyes tight. Chrissake. It's morning, maybe even afternoon, and the sun is shining through a broken pane of glass up there in the roof - right into her eyes, a Gestapo desk-lamp. She should feel good about this. Isn't sunlight supposed to cheer you up? Catriona is fairly...