[Author's note - title space limitations here have caused me to change this from what I'd said it would be in the previous chapter. As for what's next, well, there's nothing on the horizon but that doesn't mean there won't be more. Depending. of course, on reader interest. Let me know.] *** Well, let's see. You should know by now that my name's Paula Oort,...
"I'm really going to wear my Hello Kitty jammies to meet Frank?" "What part of $5000 dollars says no?" "But I only have two buttons left on my shirt." "Whose fault is that?" "Mine. I'll have to hold my shirt together the whole time I'm in IHOP." "Quit complaining." "I can't help it Daddy. I'm going to be around lots of people. Kids maybe. That's not co...
Max drove along the highway, wind whipping through her open windows, as she belted out the words to the song on the radio. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt this carefree. She turned down the music as she pulled into the parking lot and practically skipped to the entrance of "Euphoria". She opened the door and smiled warmly at the receptio...
As Casey sat blindfolded and sipping his drink he thought about asking Mistress Dorothy just how many mystery dates there would be, but he decided against it. She was treating him pretty nice and he didn't want her to think he was complaining. After sitting quietly for several minutes he heard her make a phone call, then listened to one side of a conversatio...
I arrived at the studio late in the evening, as Jay had suggested. It was in an industrial part of town in a rather nondescript building, but inside it was quite impressive, with glassed-in control rooms and banks of twinkling consoles. At one end of a large room was a small performance stage and this is where Jay and his group were set up. He took my hand a...
Twenty years ago, enrolling at University was an exercise in patience and resolve. Prior to the on-line enrolment world, you had to visit multiple offices and departments, gaining numerous approvals, permissions, stamps and franks. I remember thinking that it was probably made intentionally difficult to sift out the people who didn't have the requisite motiv...
"Cunny is gone," said Stacy. "Gone?" asked Katie. "Yes, they took her away yesterday. We haven't seen her since. That means she's gone to auction." "You mean they don't tell us when they take us?" asked Katie. "No, there would be all sorts of weeping and wailing and goodbying. That's what I've heard[J1] . I know I would have appreciated an opportunity to...
The toothbrush fell on the sink, followed by a grumpy mumble from Kristanna, "Ahh... crap". The girl lazily bent down to grab it, her shoulder-length, blood-red hair falling casually on her face with her movement. She stared at the reflection in the mirror, lazy eyes, a swollen face from a tough night of sleep. She had her eyelids half down, covering her sea...
A/N: This story contains killing, sadness, and a lot of other terrible things. Although I'm sounding very offhand, please don't take it lightly; you've been warned. Second- this is alternate history. I would love to hear about how samurai did and did not behave or who Minamoto was in real life- but not here. Please, just throw all that out of the window. T...
Thanks for reading! Ch. 4 will come soon for all who are following the story! * The next week, Rob Racer was getting ready for his first gig. Marine Rob and regular Rob were designated to the personality closet and he totally immersed himself in being a Gigolo--a damn good one at that, he promised inwardly. He put on tan slacks with brown dress shoes and a...