There are some that say that revenge is a waste of valuable time; time that could be put to more productive use doing other things. To me and to my way of thinking good mental health requires payback when you are fucked over. You have a choice: In ten or fifteen years you can look back and say, "Damn it! I should have......" or you can look back and smile at...
"James, what do you have planned for this weekend?" Jade said holding the phone to her ear, smiling to herself. "Well, you just have to wait and see baby. I just want to make sure that you have cleared your plans for this weekend." He said. "Yes, I have." "Not a girls night?" he asked and she laughed. "No." "No sister time?" "Well, actually yes....
Chapter One - The Bride Wore White Author's Note: Penelope Bishop first appeared in my story 'Cop Town Girl'. This saga stands on its own but if you want to read about Penelope's past, the story is available for your perusal. I hope you enjoy this thriller. ***** Penelope Bishop woke up to the ringing of her cell phone, her head groggy; to her it sounded...
It had been a few weeks since back to school night and things had slowed down a bit. We had officially entered fall season and football was in full effect. I luckily had escaped my duties as an assistant coach this year due to my upgrade as Head of English. No more long weeknights spent coaching and no more Friday nights wasted trying to pretend that I cared...
On the third Sunday in September, outside Los Angeles in the hills of Sherman Oaks, two beautiful wives in their late twenties lounged by an Olympic-sized swimming pool. They were at Jan Marshall's home and Sandy Carter lived next door. "It's as hot as a day in July," said Jan, who swept locks of her luxurious auburn hair from her face and tucked them behin...
Thirty-five didn't seem old to David, until he went to work that day. He'd never been attracted to small women but the new plant girl enchanted him like a powerful drug. She popped into the office then scurried from plant to plant with the magic energy of a pollinating bee completely at peace with its lot in life. Her smooth facial features and olive colored...
What do you call a thousand lawyers at the bottom on the ocean? A good start. **** The funeral was beautiful, and almost everyone was smiling. The dead man's employers were smiling. They would never have to rely again on Mick Phelan's courtroom savvy, his encyclopedic knowledge of Chicago city politics, his ability to negotiate the twisted and labyrinthi...
This is the original ending to my story "Living Dolls." As I prepared to post it, I realized that the end of Chapter Seven, with Jason and Karen sitting on the steps awaiting the return of Jason's parents, was the best place to end the story. Nevertheless, there are more chapters. They have none of the humanity of the first story, but I wrote 'em, and I'll b...
"You jackass!" She yelled from the back porch as I backed out of the garage headed for work. I waved as if I hadn't heard her words and kept going. Donna was my wife of twenty years, standing on the back porch of our modest home at the edge of town. She was wearing a pair of "big girl" panties and nothing else. Her double D or bigger breasts were exposed an...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * "Oh. My. God; if I have to act like one more brat is just so cute, I'm going to puke," Jenna Bancroft whispered in her husband's ear while smiling. Dan chuckled, then squatted down to congratulate a little girl on being 'the best little fairy he'd ev...