This is the second part of a story based on conversations between two good friends. Voting on the first part was positive enough for me to feel that this should be continued and there are a few more ideas in the pipeline. Constructive criticism would be welcome. All characters involved in sexual acts are well over 18. --- As she walked the short distance...
He Screwed Up Prologue Brad and Troi met when he was 19 and she was 16. He was in college, playing football and working on a business degree. She was in high school on the cheer squad. They married two years later after Brad graduated from college and Troi graduated from high school. They were the perfect couple. Brad is 6'1" with broad shoulders and a sm...
Rachel was in tears as she walked home. It was easily a two and a half mile walk, but she had little choice. It started out so great: Scott Lister asked her to the senior prom. THE Scott Lister, captain of the Arkham High School football team, asked fatty Rachel Tarunen to the prom. She had been heavy all her life. Part of her size problems came from geneti...
Recap: Candace Smith, 30s, was a sexy attractive TV news journalist with a slim athletic body. She had been assigned to interview Steve Fish, the wealthy bachelor CEO of Vee- Imaging. The company was a high tech government contractor which was obsessively secretive about its work. Later she started dating Steve. On each visit to the company she had to go thr...
Scott Greg returned from his trip to Montreal exhausted yet exhilarated at the same time... not from the corporate governance talks that stifled the enjoyment of his days, but from the vivid nightlife. His old friend, Jack O'Donnell, had shown him a great time as promised. Jack's new (and possibly last) girlfriend Carolyna had some great dinner parties with...
There is no way I'm attempting to portray any real life event, places, or people. This story mentions RSP's and RRSP's. To my American readers, these are synonymous to your 401K's. Thanks for reading. WR A Picture – Worth A Thousand Words It's the same old cliché; the husband is the last to know. Well, in my case perhaps not the last but I was well down...
The cell phone rang at a most inopportune time as I studied the project I was working on. I took it out of my pocket and did not recognize the number. Fearing that I would soon be subjected to a telephone solicitor I answered the call. It was much worse. "May I speak to Mark Mallon?" the officious voice enquired. I assured the person that she was speaking t...
Foreword: This isn't really a BTB Revenge tale, and it might be seen as a "wimp story" by some. It's more of a different take on some of the Unsuspecting Husband tales I've seen on here. While it isn't a BTB, it's still a type of Zero Tolerance tale. Nobody gets killed in this one. :P This is basically a mental palette cleanser as far as getting back to wo...
I had not seen Alvin C. Jones in over eight years, but I recognized him immediately. He was bigger and his head was completely shaved, but it could be no one other than the man they called Bull. Bull wasn't someone you forgot very easily. My name is Keylee. Bull Jones was standing inside the Crescent City mall looking in a shop window. His hands were in his...
This is the second part of my first story. Things in this part get a little bit darker. All characters are well over the age of 18. ***** The Saturday after the episode when Toni revealed the true nature of Marion's "business" I woke to find another hand written envelope on my doormat. It was addressed to "Jane" in the familiar black italic hand writing....