Copyright 2017 NOTE - Since this story involves mob activities, there is violence and killing. If that bothers you, please do not read this story. ***** I am or at least was a federal law enforcement officer. I was a damned good one too, if I must say so. I am Michael Thomas, the son of a French father and a Russian mother, but born in the USA. I grew up...
I have to thank a pair of people who went over this and made it far better than i could Honeybree and Pepper_pace. The two of you did so much for this story i can't even begin to thank you. For all of you who read this story please enjoy it. It is a long one, but I couldn't cut corners on this one. So enough of my useless rambling and enjoy the show! comment...
All the usual rules apply. Nobody under eighteen. No relation to reality. Its a fantasy! Be nice in your comments. This is way way over the top. You have been warned. ***** "No, no, no...you're doing it all wrong!" Pat said. I tried to make corrections, to do it the way she wanted, but it seemed like I just never got it right. I guess I just don't have the...
First let me thank you all for the votes and emails. And as I've said before, this is not meant to be the next great novel, so if that's what you're looking for, I'm sorry to disappoint. I'm sorry it has taken so long to post this, but my semi retired boss got bored, and all of a sudden there is money to be made. With that in mind, if you haven't read all of...
Ch 3 My Way By Woodmanone copyright August/2011 Another story about the adventures and life of Rollie Chambers. Constructive comments and emails are more than welcome and appreciated. ******************** Detective First Grade Rollie Chambers stood to leave the small office. He'd just spent 40 minutes talking about his plans to resign from the St. Louis...
Author's Note: Need to lose weight? How about some incentives? That was the conversation I had with DFWBeauty years ago that spawned this story. This is a long Brownwood story about cheating, betrayal and recovery, and isn't much of a BTB. It's more a man's long road to reach a place where he can survive between his fantasies and the real world. It's a long...
This is a tale that primarily set in the middle seventies. It was half a generation removed from the civil rights movement. I live in a small county in a middle Southern state and I remember it well. Even now, racism is still present, but it seems more directed at the mass of illegals that has flooded the area. I could have put this in interracial, or mayb...
Author's Note: This is my entry for the 2020 Geek Pride event on May 25th. I would like to thank Chloe Tzang for her gentle nudge to write this story. It turned out a lot longer than I'd originally intended, but I quickly realized that this story wasn't going to let me get away with it being any shorter. As always, I need to thank my editors Guinahart and...
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For Paige Prelude I sat in the chair at the kitchen table looking at the arrangement of Calla lillies I had gone to pick up from the florist only a few hours ago. Their beauty mocked the feelings that were dwelling inside what soul I had left. She had texted it. That was how my marriage had ended. With a text. Four words: We need 2 talk. Are you fucking ki...