It was a large detached house as were all of the others on the estate and she was an attractive lady this side of forty. She had blue eyes and her shining blonde hair curved neatly to frame her face. She was wearing a bright orange summer dress and her varnished nails matched it perfectly. She looked as if she took good care of herself and I was impressed....
This is the continuation of the series Reporting and continues to interweave itself with some of the other series all centred around real life characters living, working, loving and making the mistakes so common to people in mid western USA, i.e. because of the high risk reward scenario overhanging all in an oil and gas boom and bust town like Houston. It ma...
-Author Note- This is my first real attempt at any story of any genre, I dedicate it to S.B. who has always been a tremendous support and soldier in the battle for pure and simply happiness. It has never been easy, but it has always been a joy. All feedback/critical analysis is greatly valued; I want to get better. Thank you. ***** -Chapter 1- My shoes...
Wednesday, August 14th, 2019. Hamburg-Eppendorf, Germany. I was at a car park close to my workplace at the University Clinic Hamburg-Eppendorf, trying to cover my hospital scrubs with my much too warm coat while lighting the Camel Blue cigarette I had needed for at least an hour. The hospital management doesn't want us, the few remaining smokers on staff, t...
It happened over breakfast, in the Marcello household in Upper Elm. And it came from Johnny's sister. Without warning, in front of their Mom, as they ate their Corn Flakes, she said, "The boys at school? Like Johnny?" That's all. "The boys at school? Like Johnny?" And she let the question hang there. They were all at the table: their mother, Johnny's yo...
Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Finally. Sorry it took so long, but this was the longest chapter and it took time to process. As always, I need to thank, Stylus and Madison, my cool editors - for their endless patience, and great insights. Just a quick reminder. So far: 1. The Big b...
A work of fiction from start to finish with characters that live only in my mind. Long, 39 standard pages, slow and without a lot of action. Faults can certainly be found, so if that is a major problem for you, stop reading now. Comments, positive or negative, are welcome, but try to be constructive: if you think about it, would you read a comment to the end...
Part Eight December 1939 – The Bore War The hut was freezing despite the efforts of the pot-bellied stove that glowed cherry red in the darkness. David groaned as he woke and someone snapped on the lights. "All right you lot, hands off cocks and on with your socks. Let's be having you, gentlemen! Parade outside, working dress, twenty minutes." The door s...
Part III Karen Chapter 11 After spending nearly a week at the family mansion in Westchester, north of New York City, most nights with Cheryl, her belly demonstratively rounded by our child and, to me, looking all the more beautiful because of it, with a certain subtle maternal glow, Pat joining us for the last couple nights, visiting us from much farther...
This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 years and older. ***** When the old man's journey of discovery turns decidedly ugly, two horny teens save the day. *** Watson kicked as hard as he could, trying to see over Maya's head. Fifty meters away across the storm-ravaged sea, Beck was frantically waving, her eyes wide and mouth open, her n...