This is a short story with a story line that follows many other cheating wife stories. I've tried to introduce a little different revenge plot. Hope it satisfies most readers. * It was a miserable, winter day in mid Ohio. A strong wind was blowing snow and sleet from the northwest and I was coming down with the flu. I'm a carpenter and we were working to f...
The economic meltdown of 2015 hit Roger particularly hard. He had been a fairly successful mortgage broker in Houston before the crash. It seemed like the steep rise in health insurance premiums hastened the death of the forty hour work week which in turn hastened an irreversible decline in the number of prospective buyers applying for mortgages. If that was...
It has been a while since Chapter One was published; it might serve the reader better if he went back and reread that first. ______________________ Oh, my God! I was waiting, hoping beyond hope that Henry would come home to me, and not spend the night with that slut. I was going to do everything I could to seduce him, to make him mine again, and then he ch...
Chapter 5: In the Pub and What Happened Next Em got to the pub before me, but was waiting for me in the car park. As tempted as I was to start asking questions, I kept my counsel; the evening had already taken so many different and unexpected turns, I didn't want it to take a wrong one. I slipped my arm around Em's shoulder and gave her a quick squeeze a...
I'm a vindictive bastard. Not all the time of course. You don't get to run a chain of convenience stores without a degree of likeability. In fact if you met me, that is the first thing you would note. I am extremely affable. Just don't cross me. I will extract vengeance on you. Not revenge; vengeance. OK you want examples. I used to play rugby, still do oc...
John and Jane, after helping an extraterrestrial police force to thwart a revolt and arrest Diletta, its chief and the founder of the Astarte Nunnery (see "The Toy Salespeople Ch. 08"), came home and faced the music again: how to pay for the ever growing home mortgage instalments? The original idea – to moonlight in a sex shop (see "The Toy Salespeople Ch....
I have to concede that the idea of going into business for ourselves had me in a bit of a panic. I did the math, Patty and I would need not 3 clients each and every day, but 6 at least. All of our savings went into purchasing the spa from the old lady that had run it for years, plus a loan on our house that would take a decade to pay off. The old lady wa...
Reminiscence. Claudet awoke early to the cry of gulls, that piercing plaintive cry so often heard on those cold, crisp autumn and winter mornings just after daybreak, and before the sun has awoken to warm the day. This was the time of year she most enjoyed, when all the tourists having retreated from their summer migrations allowed the village to sink back...
I watched the naked woman on the screen intently. She was stunning but she didn’t exude the brash self-confidence that might have been expected from a woman in such a situation. On the contrary there was a shyness, even a vulnerability about her. It manifested itself in her whole demeanour; in her body language, in her soft and unassertive voice and in the w...
Asch and Octavia looked into their iced coffees, then at each other. She spoke first. "I'd buy the place myself except for two things. I ain't got the money, and I like the idea of you buying it." Asch sighed, using his straw to stir his iced coffee. "Buying the place has its appeal. I like it, but it would be a pretty serious commitment. When I came here m...