It started eight months ago. She was at a gig in a pub quite near my house. It started snowing while she was in the concert, and by the time she got out it was the usual chaos that first snowfall always brings. No taxi to be had, and heavy snow still falling, no chance of a bus at that time of night. So I got a rap on the door at half one in the morning, and...
The view from the top of the tower that August was spectacular and refreshing. I had needed that for some time. Reluctantly, the way one does when it would be nice to just stay right where one is and not have to move, I turned away and leaned back against the railing. It was an effort to extend perhaps just a little longer the time there in the sun and wit...
"All I'm saying is you should have known better, that all." With a sigh, I nodded my head at the truth of that even though I was already tired of hearing James bitch and bemoan. It's not like this was completely my fault. "I mean really, Allen ... what were the odd it was going to be what the girls said it was?" he continued. "James, put a cork in it alre...
As I crouched, naked, behind the antique desk in that small shop, the fear of being arrested by the policeman just several feet away pressed on me. I held my breath as I heard him talking to John, the owner, and pushed my hand against myself to keep from peeing, right there. I trembled. "I'm telling you, Peter," I heard John say, "Gina really loved this whe...
Prolog: My name is Sophie, and yes, that is my real name. For a little over a year, I was a call girl for a madam in Los Angeles. I have kept a diary since I was a young girl and this journal is just an extension of that habit. This is not a tell all or expose if you will but simply my daily thoughts as I lived the life. Any real names I have listed here ar...
He slowly opened one crusty eyelid, struggling to focus on his blurred surroundings. He could feel the thump-thump-thump of his pulse pounding out its amplified drumbeat on his right temple. "Helluva hangover," he thought bleakly. With his right eye still closed, he managed to dispel the visual fuzziness with a deliberate squint. His left eye then proceede...
Story One of my Robotech Series! First up: Max Sterling and Miriya Parino's Story Written by Kenya—Quadrono Leader * * * * * * * * * * Thank You and Dedications * * * * * * * * * * I'd like to dedicate this story to That Evil Bastard (Padraic), who listened to my constant ramblings on the subject even when I was sure he wanted me to shut up! And Jeri...
Special Note: For those readers not from New York where it is wide spread cultural knowledge, 'mishigas' is a Yiddish word meaning nonsense. ******************** In Chapter 1 we met Melissa Smith-Jones. She was the mistress of Mike, a wealthy man who kept her in style in a fancy New York apartment. She bragged to her best friend Jane that Mike was taking h...
Her My morning was quite eventful. I woke up to Greg trying unsuccessfully to tip toe around the room. The sun was barely up. "What are you doing?" "Shit babe, I tried not wake you." He sat on the edge of the bed. I turned on my side the sheet slipping down my naked body. I rubbed my eyes. Once in focus I realized he was fully dressed. "Are you leavi...
brat wakes up finding her Master already up and out of bed, looks around the bedroom to see it empty. she doesn't hear any water running or hear any movement in the bathroom as well. "Master. ummm, You in the bathroom?" No answer. brat pushes back the covers and eases herself out of bed. she walks towards the bathroom noticing the door slightly opened....