Chapter Ten; First Aid for Friends The next couple of weeks after our party with Jerry were uneventful until one evening when my cell phone rang. Rick and the kids were watching a movie and I was in the den catching up on email. I answered and it was Kelli. After we greeted one another, she got right to the point. "Kate and I are bailing on Dan. We're fed...
All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older. * Brad looked questioningly at Andrea. This was a big deal, getting asked back to the boss's for a drink. He looked at his wife with a smile that said...'We should really do this!' "Well honey, what do you say?..." he asked hopefully. "It's so nice of you to ask us! That would be very n...
"You need to get more aerobic exercise," said Dr. Smith, studying the printout that integrated the stress test, lung capacity test and blood oxygen levels from the torture device on which I'd just spent 15 minutes. "Your muscle tone and body fat percentages aren't bad, and neither is your cholesterol level, but your oxygen delivery stinks. How much exercise...
(Author's Note: A wonderful fan and friend provided me with the inspiration for the following story. Thank you for the idea, Allan! Your imagination is almost as wild and crazy as mine!) Jim Wilson didn't know it, but he was being condemned. Even as he made his way into his office his fate was being decided by his company's mostly female staff—thirty-sev...
...Turbulent seas and tempestuous relationships are both difficult journeys I've always savored the salt of the sea in my nostrils whether off the unbounded coast of Maine or the low country ebb and flow of Charleston, SC so when the Black Rand offered up the "Siren's Song Story" I had to at least try. I've admittedly written a much longer tale than I would...
Chapter 31 - Rearrangements Dave was walking across the patio on Saturday morning after he'd been on omelet duty with Odessa. He'd then had breakfast with Odessa and she was at his side as he held her hand. He saw Dori laying on a chaise by herself. She was almost naked, as usual, and seemed to be panting. Dave leaned in and kissed her. She puckered up and...
This is the fourth Convertible story. The first two, "The Convertible" and its sequel "The Convertible -- Another Road" are closely connected and should be read together, but from the third story onward, the Convertible stories are standalones, the charmed 1955 TR2 being the sole thread tying them together. Sometimes when writing a story, help comes from u...
Note from the Author: Hi everyone! It has taken me a long time to imagine and write this story; in fact, I find it more and more difficult to find a fresh take on the corny love stories I so obviously crave. In any case, I began weaving this tale during a James Bond soundtrack phase on my IPod, this winter. As always, I hope you have a pleasant and exciting...
Chapter 1 Liz buried her head under a pillow and groaned. The slamming of the front door had startled her from a sweet dream and a quick glance at her alarm told her that Todd was the culprit. The red glaring numbers read 1 a.m., which meant he had gone out to celebrate the end of mid terms and from the sounds of it, he had company. The thin walls of their...
Auther's Note: This is my first attempt at writing a story and it turned out to be a very long one. Please be advised that this is a love story with a little erotica, not the other way around. I really hope that you will like the story. The feedback on this story has been amazing, I really appreciate all the positive comments. As suggested, I have fixed mos...