Even after eating and being eaten thanks to Sam, my quest to get laid stretched on, seemingly into the dark passage of forever. I had avoided going out on Saturday nights just in case I bumped into the guy I callously abandoned in the bar (though maybe seeing him again might just be the cure I'm looking for). I'm often too busy at work to take a real lunch...
You might want to read the previous chapters. Tony had walked away from Ronnie and Molly after Jane's funeral, telling them, "Don't loan me out again." Ronnie and Molly had asked Tony to be with Ronnie's sister, Jane, during her final months. Jane was dying of an inoperable brain tumor. Molly and Ronnie just stood there and stared after Tony. Mollie cried,...
Author's note: Sorry this took so long. Honestly, the writing didn't take too long, but life got very busy. Anyways, this is more of a transitions chapter, but I think it sets up some interesting future developments. Hope you enjoy! ***** 1. There was a rising pang of anxiety rising in Leah's gut as she walked down the hallway towards the boys' wing. Me...
The Saturdays tour was over. One final concert, and she'd done it. 26 gigs in little over a month. Frankie was running on empty, but as she walked off the stage for the last time with the cheers ringing in her ears, she smiled to herself. She was looking forward to having a nice couple of months off to recharge her batteries. But first, there were more impor...
Chapter 33 SprungWhen one of the correctional officers escorted Alice to the office of Margaret Elder, the warden of Humboldt, she thought she was going to get yet another reprimand about in-your-face arguments with other inmates in the dining hall that had to be broken up by correctional officers before they got physical. There was one just yesterday at din...
Note from Jake Rivers: This is my seventh semi-annual "invitational." The initial one was based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." The most recent invitational included songs written or performed by Willie Nelson. The current effort consists of stories based on song titles that have a weather term in them, such as "Stormy Weather, "Foggy M...
Note: This story has a rather long build-up to sexual intercourse itself (as in, not in this chapter), just as an FYI for people who aren't into that kind of thing. And yes, all characters are over 18, as always. ----- A warm breeze kicked up as a young man stepped out of the black taxicab that had brought him. He looked up at the formidable building befo...
Author's remarks: I wrote a story titled 'The Santa Claus Suit.' For those who haven't read it I will give a short synopsis here. A big thank you to Mistress Lynn for her fine editing but I take all responsibility for any errors. I never know when to leave well enough alone. This is a stand-alone story of Ross and Bud's life after doing Ross's ex-wife at a H...
Had I made a mistake by picking up the phone? When Laura said, “I hate to ask,” I thought to myself, ‘who’s going to tell Huley.’ But it was Laura and she really did hate to ask me to run an errand. She didn’t know she was asking me to break a date. How many girlfriends, sisters, wives, lovers, all rolled into one ask you to pick up a couple of whores to mak...
Inspired by a news paper and TV item about two old ladies setting off on a repeat car rally, but only part of it and not in a rally event, just for fun. ***** "Look what I've got," giggled Bron, Always the quickest of the two in spotting, noticing, thinking, doing and acting on things. Triumphantly she held up a noisily sealed package and tossing them to T...