Synopsis: This is a continuation of the New Game Master and Next Game Master series. The premise of the story will be lost to those who did not read the previous stories. After achieving level 15, what remained of Raven and his group were forced to stop as only 4 made it to that landmark. They did not have enough players to continue on and others had yet to...
- "I want to ask your sister out." I said. "I want to go out with Sarah." That's what I said to Steve, in our grungy little tavern. His response was not quite what I had been dreading, or expecting. - "Finally." he said. "Finally." he repeated. "She's only had a crush on you since she was about eleven. I told you that - even though she made me promise...
Originally edited by ErikThread and DaveT with my thanks. I've subsequently made some modifications, so any errors are mine alone. ***** Chapter 13 Meet the Family We were seated three abreast on the Alaska Air flight to Vancouver. Tina was in the window seat while Fiona occupied the middle and I was on the aisle. Fiona was nervous and had been hanging o...
Back in the fifties and sixties, my father worked in Tanganyika or Tanzania as it's now called. I was then twenty, and I was in the British army, based in the UK, I had saved up two months leave, having been given permission to take an extended leave to visit my parents. They lived at the time, in a very remote area, with only a small handful of European eng...
How do you walk away? Simply walk away from a dream? From the lifestyle that you have pursued for two long years? Walk away from a need that is deep inside of you? Turn your back on your own nature? How can you possibly do that and survive? The answer is quite simple really. You face the truth...and it sets you free. Almost two years ago I began to explore...
Danny didn't get many perks in his line of work, but after 9 years in his current role he seemed to be finally getting some perks as he sank back in the deep leather chair of the Hyatt Hotel in Amsterdam sipping his favourite single malt whisky from a crystal tumbler. The bar tender was skilled enough to know he wasn't a yank and so hadn't corrupted the malt...
While I don't want to give lots of background about my life, some is necessary to understand my story. I was born Kate Colleen O'Keenan, the second daughter in a family of eight Irish Catholics. My older (by 14 months) sister Bridget was/is a haughty entitled bitch (since this is my story you have to accept my characterization -- you can contact her if you...
If we were to meet I would expect you to wear a see through blouse, no bra! A short skirt, stockings suspenders and panties would be optional. We would meet in a public place for our first meeting, say a park or pub. Let's say a pub. We would meet in the car park and walk in together, sitting in a quiet corner I would ask what you wanted to drink and as I...
Before I get into the tale/tail of my Marxist mistress, let me explain how I got into this situation. I guess I can fill you in on all the details of my post-newspaper life in another story or stories, of which there could be more than a few. OK. After being canned at the Free Press, I got the hint: No more newspaper editors' wives. And the best way to ensu...
Note: This is an introduction to a group of people who have found a very friendly way to live. They have traveled many different roads to arrive at this point in their lives. If there is enough response, I have written about some of those past routes. However, since some of them take place quite a bit earlier in the protagonist's lives, they would not be sui...