If you're new to the story, please start at Chapter 1. If you've made it this far, enjoy the finale. As with the previous chapter, I've combined two into one, so this one's pretty long. It's been a real pleasure writing this story, and I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. As usual, remember to rate and comment, I love hearing y...
It wasn't until I was doing my umpteenth impeccable edit of this story, that it suddenly dawned upon me. "Flashman"!?! It has been a few years since I remember last reading any of Fraser's masterful1 series about the Not-So-Gentlemanly Craven Adventurer Across World History. Whom we all loved to hate. (We all hated to love?) Damnation! It pisses me off,...
Author's Note: First things first, I'm soooo sorry about the long wait. I feel terrible about slacking off like this, but I've had some of the busiest months at work, add hockey season and traveling to that, and you have a verrry busy girl. I meant to finish this earlier, but I had to go to D.C. for the Winter Classic and spent some time there. If you were...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. The title of this story comes from 'Rain On The Roof' which is one of my all-time favorite Beatles tunes and can be fou...
*Author's Note: Any persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 101 Paul patted Barbara's back gently until the infant fell back to sleep; tummy full and diaper dry. Paulie was still asleep; the two year old toddler would probably sleep until Aunt Pam came to get him for his breakfast. Candy was also still asleep; it w...
(Author's note: I would like to thank my friend Allan for providing the inspiration for this story.) The news came as a great shock to the friendly and respectable folk of Finchley, a predominately residential suburb in the district of Barnet in north London. For some months now, a very ugly spectacle was taking place in the vicinity of Church End, often k...
--- Week 4 -- Thursday Night --- I didn't get to go home this night 'cause Ortega didn't call me a taxi. No surprise there. Duh! However, he didn't call Justin to pick me up, either. Instead, he saw off his business partner Miller, not paying any kinda attention to me or Shelly. I guess he was still super mad at his ass-istants. Whatever! Like a pair of go...
This is another voluminous tale. I hope you enjoy. If you prefer me to chop these up into smaller bits, please inform me. I am especially proud of this one. I have created my own pieces of mythology to the Star Wars universe. Please vote and comment so I know where I can improve my craft. Thank you for all of your kind words and encouragement. Stay safe and...
You've heard the expression, "Everything but the kitchen sink?" That's in these next few chapters as well. Enjoy! ** Then drowned in desire, our souls on fire, I lead the way to the funeral pyre. And without a thought of the consequence, I gave in to my decadence. One slip, and down the hole we fall... —One Slip from Pink Floyd, A Momentary Lapse of Reason...
This I would like to thank Francois101 for the editing. It is a tremendous help. For newcomers, this is the 7th installment of what I'm calling the Criminal Affair Series, which started with the ten-part Criminal Affair. Order of stories for continuity is as follows. Criminal Affair (ten-part series) The Sorority The Irishman at the End of the Bar A Sho...