Previously on Vice Cop, Hudson and Lexa, working Homicide, went undercover chasing an elusive killer known as The Yellow Cab Killer, a taxi cab driver who murdered his passengers. The killer, disguised as a passenger, had Hudson drive him to the airport where he made his escape, teaching Hudson he couldn't always save the day. This episode has a lot of plo...
Technically, this story is set in Pakistan instead of neighboring India. However, it was written at the same time as the stories in the Forbidden India series and I think it makes a good addition to the overall exotic / forbidden theme. ##### Neglected In Pakistan Melancholy was a good word to describe Anum. The Pakistani woman felt this way often, especi...
She wished she had some nail polish to fix it. Alex noticed the run in her stocking as she stepped out of her car. Deciding to ignore it and hoping that everyone else did as well, she smoothed her skirt and reached for the purse that lay on the passenger's seat. It's now or never. She nudged herself past the front door marked in elaborate letters, Jake's...
The party had been a good one. At one point there must have been 20 or 30 people milling around our house, talking and enjoying each other. As the night passed some of our friends left and others arrived. By 10 PM we were down to 4 couples. We had been sitting around making small talk and telling a few off color jokes when one of the girls suggested that we...
My career on the 'alternative' catwalks of Paris was always exciting, but not much more so than my personal life, with Robert, who indulged my taste for showing off my body, and didn't mind a bit that I myself enjoyed nothing better than the knowledge that a stranger had been treated to a view of my shaven pussy, or, better still, that I had made love with h...
I was riding my motor-cycle and was on my way to pay the Electricity Bill (about 4.5 kms from my house. On my way I passed my old school, and all my school day memories flashed by me. I remembered all my school friends, how I used to be a brat in school, never listen to my teachers, and always play and create a racket in between the school periods. When I...
Interlude I: The Promise of Sand Sand lies underfoot, silent, unknowing, windswept. Sun streams down on vast reaches of sand, it's journey complete. Silent sand, caressed by sun, warmed by the indifference of chaos, sand drifts along the boundary between land and sea. Between what was, and what is. Between being and becoming. Sand drifts just in silence,...
"Excuse me, Mr. Emerly," Vonne walked through the pocket doors into the dining room, "A telephone call for you." "Excuse me, Dana. This must be very important ... Vonne wouldn't have interrupted us if it were not." Vonne lingered by the table, "Are you and Mr. Emerly making progress?" "Oh yes!" I laughed. "He's a shockingly remarkable man. Listening to hi...
The crowd hushes as the floorlights go dim and the curtain is raised to reveal a dark stage. Then, so suddenly that most jump involuntarily, the harshest spotlight attacks more than shines on a man in a heap on the floor in the middle of the stage. As he raises his head, once again the audience gasps as the see the look of such excruciatingly painful torture...
Brenda was grinning like the Cheshire cat when the two of them came back downstairs. "Did your shower warm you up?" she asked. "Ah...yeah...it sure did," Jason, who knew he was blushing furiously, replied. "Never mind," her blushing mother snapped. She had put on white terry pajamas with lace around the cuffs and around the neck and down the front, which w...