I was on a business trip and had taken an extra night to take my Aunt out for dinner. Aunt Tot was a tiny gal, a fifty-year-old widow and twenty years older than I. She was a fiercely independent person, indicative of many people of her size, and as the expression goes 'did not suffer fools lightly'. One would be careful with words and actions while in her p...
SUMMARY: This story is an original literary work. I wrote a story just to stretch my creative muscles. All scientists in this work are fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living, dead or born in the future, is purely coincidental. WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violence, bad words, and strange ideas. It has only the stran...
Tim It was a toss-up as to which of us was more nervous: Jill, me . . or Millie. I think it was Millie. Millie is a contemporary of mine, a very brilliant woman, a clinical psychologist. For years, she'd been deeply immersed in religious-oriented work until, one day, she came to the conclusion that the philosophies she was involved in seemed to be more fal...
SETHP 2009 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED (Thank you to pennlady and meg1, without whom my grammer would be even worse then it is now. This one goes out to hair lovers everywhere. Millie is based on a real life encounter. She was hot! Enjoy!) John sat there looking out his window, again. Millie was out there tending to her rose bushes, like she did every weekend....
Authors note: This is the first of a series of stories based on events during the 1970's. Though these stories can not be properly called historical, nor can they be called fiction. Rather they are distilled memories of my life and the life of friends and family during those heady days between the sexual revolution and the backlash of the 80's. So they fall...
He watched her across the courtroom as he had every day for the past few months. She sat rigidly straight with her hands folded primly in her lap. She was wearing a mulberry-colored suit that day and he noticed how the color of the suit brought out the pink in her cheeks. She was exquisitely beautiful he thought. He studied her aquiline features again, those...
Chapter One: Covenant of Wolves "Goddamn, I hate these fucking cum shot posers!" Millie tapped a spiked heel against the concrete. Loud music thumped not too far from where she and a half a dozen others stood waiting for admittance to the club. "Move it you fucking asshole! They're playing Combichrist!" Some in the line looked at her oddly, wondering no d...
"Just like the white winged dove Sings a song, sounds like she's singing Ooo, ooo, ooo" That was the song. It was blaring on the radio. Stevie Nicks, Edge of Seventeen. It went well with the roaring of the cars engine as I sped down the highway. Sped. I was doing one-thirty-five. That's miles per hour. One hundred thirty five miles per hour. I was in a hurr...
Millicent Parker slammed her glass down on the bar. "Gimme another double," she demanded. "Millie I think you've had enough," Jerry the bartender replied. "Aw come on, just one more." "Okay, but this is it. You're eighty sixed." He poured her another double vodka which she immediately sucked down. "I gotta go piss but I'll be back," she declared. She s...
Some time ago I submitted a story with the title DEMONS TO SLAY. Many of the comments posted criticized the fact that the story had an unsatisfactory ending. This story is a version of the original that has a much happier ending. This is a fictional story. Any resemblance to persons living or dead and institutions is coincidence. DEMONS SLAIN CHAPTER ONE...