I knew her the minute she walked through the door, Cynthia Marten, she'd been three years behind me in school, the younger sister of a friend, the year she graduated from eighth grade I was a junior in high school. Even if you work and live in a larger city you have a tendency to stay in touch with what happens back home if you came from a smaller rural area...
CHAPTER 10 - HOME WITH STEVE AND A NEW CONTRACT Steve was waiting at the Brisbane airport. The week had gone much faster than he had feared. In part, he was more relaxed about the possible dangers posed by her slavery but he had also been buoyed by some of the responses to the hundreds of job applications he had sent out in the past few weeks, gaining inter...
Life is a tapestry, a cloth woven of many different threads that create the whole. This story is a thread, a part of Barbra's story, contributing to the waft and weave that is the Whole cloth, being Jim. ***** This story is based entirely on true experiences from my past, names and a few details have been changed to provide anonymity for those involved. Di...
The village was in trouble. The fields had not yielded any healthy crops. The well had become contaminated, and only recently had the village physician declared it clean. That was his last act, as the next day they found him keeled over in the middle of the street. The pox had claimed him. Now there were fears it would spread, and the supply of medicine in t...
~~Jack~~ "Guys, guys! We need to stick around and figure out all we can." He tried to get out of their grip, but it wasn't going to happen. Fiona had a good grip for a small girl, and Damien had fifty years of his second life in seniority. Struggling was pointless, but he wasn't about to throw this opportunity away. Sandbagging was the best option he had, s...
[tags: breast feeding] Our connections with friends and family are what defines us. How we handle making or stopping them defines who we are. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter 24 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = (M/Br)aking Connections Shelly sat in her room, alone, trying to sort out her feelings. She'd hardly said a wor...
Chapter 32 Tuesday 2 – Continued Though small, the island was bigger than I'd expected – long and irregular, it might have been as much as 8 or 10 acres in size, with a rocky spine running a couple of hundred yards back from the flatter area near the villa. A paved path, shaded by trees, ran the short distance from the dock, making it easy for the crew t...
Author's Note: Part of this storyline is around reluctance, since the plot is rooted in exacting. Yet, overall theme is beyond unwillingness, thus I'm posting this story in loving wives category. The story is a pure work of fiction, all characters and events in the tale are imaginary and fictitious. =============== One week ago: 30 year old Sheikh Jama...
*Author’s Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* They stood outside of the Pack A Sack liquor store, both dressed to attract attention. But they made sure to stand...
Disclaimer: There are lots of snake-women. Read at your own peril. This was a real first for me. Many thanks go to BreakawayRepublic from Touch Fluffy Tails, a long standing friend and colleague. After The CERN Event called "The Crossing", 2042 A.D Somewhere south of Luxor, Egypt. *-*-*-* Lamia: Monster girls have the upper torso of a human woman and...