2 - Push It: "Y'all are sure that this is OK babe?" It was the millionth time since the train had left Euston Mack had asked me THAT question. "Yes," I sounded a wee bit snippy. I regretted it at once. To make amends I reached across the table's scratched Formica and took her hands in mine. "All it is, is you spending a couple of weeks at my place. I mean,...
Once upon a time I used to work my way through Jim's Bar in Carbondale, IL, with a small paper bag full of apples under my arm. I'd take out an apple and ask a lovely lassie, -Would you like an apple? One in ten would say, -Sure. I'd give her an apple and then I'd ask, -Would you like to sleep with me? -At four in the afternoon? So I switched to lat...
6 - The Brigadier: London's commercial property market adheres to a simple rule: what goes round comes round. The market follows a simple, cyclical pattern. First there's a boom, during which companies expand and there's an increased demand for office space. Property companies buy older properties cheap to re-purpose which, inevitably, drives up prices. T...
Authors note: After I posted DC&H I received several notes from readers requesting that I tell Kathy's side of the story. I thank those readers for their interest and dedicate this story to them. I would also like to thank Techsan for taking the time from his busy schedule to edit this story for me. My name is Kathy Alpin and I was twenty-nine years old...
Authors Note: So here I am back again, after three crashed hard drives, and two computers, I finally got to the stories I thought I had lost forever and believe me it will not happen again. I will be doing my best to do some more work on them and A Ride to Heaven and Back Part 2 in the near future. You'll also find that Dani and Bull decided to pull some...
This is the continuation of a story that I recently posted based on something that happened fifty years ago. I recently went to my fiftieth High School Class Reunion, and this is my version of what happened that weekend: * In case you have forgotten, my name is Jonathan Stevens MacIntyre, and I still live on the outskirts of the largest city on the Illino...
For Janet; and Sarah; and Julie, a newfound freckled fan. (Please note: all characters in this story are over 18) ***** Setting up for a gig is a major pain in the ass. As much as I loved performing, we weren't exactly The Rolling Stones, with a battalion of veteran roadies to handle the grunt work. So it was on us to lug around the bulky equipment, wire...
Thank you to everyone for their ideas and for serving as the inspiration for this series. * * * * * Chapter 6 Alex laid there bound and helpless on the table. The light from the ceiling of the cellar of focused directly on her almost nude body. John pulled up a chair and sat down to her right. The other four men remained standing and surrounded her. Her p...
Author's Note: The following is purely fiction and the property of the author. Any feed back would be greatly appreciated. * My name is Robert, but when I am dressed I call myself Vicki. I am 5'9" 160 pounds, blonde hair and blue eyes. I had just turned 18. Mom and my Step Dad were away on vacation leaving me home alone. The past several days I had been...
I hated having to come into the city and work in these old buildings. I mean work takes you where it takes you, so you go. Having to install state of the art security electronics in a new building is one thing, but to do so in one of these old monsters just seemed somehow wrong. If fighting the traffic to get down town wasn't bad enough, the temperature havi...