Thanks to oldnakeddad for his editing expertise helping to make this story a better read. A story of a love connection, an old nemesis from high school and the troubles associated with a hatred that was directed for the wrong reasons and the final and ultimate revenge of the wrong wronged person. I hope you enjoy. Please do not forget to vote and feel fr...
All That Glitters Ch 5 Stress for the platform, new faces. Liramor-23 is damaged, new faces. Because of the amount of abbreviations in this story, I include a glossary: Adm. Admiral, naval rank (see Cmdr.) -- above a captain Capt. Captain, naval rank -- usually a ship's commander CCO Chief Communications Officer, corporate position Cdr. Commander, nav...
This happened to Laura, a friend of mine, a nurse in a hospital cardiac rehabilitation program. I'm using her really name because you don't know her and she'll get off - maybe literally - on knowing you're thinking about her ass. Guys coming to cardiac rehab are not young. Maybe sixty-five and up. To get admitted, all you need is a heart attack, a heart-val...
Chapter 14: THE HUSBAND ARRIVES Each of the chapters in this series may be enjoyed as standalone stories, but the events and characters are richer within the context of the whole story. ------- *TWO DAYS EARLIER* I miss my wife. To be frank, I hadn't shared my wife's enthusiasm about this whole fantasy exploration extravaganza. Don't get me wrong, it wa...
Chapter 8: The Hero Remembers This story is a work of fiction only. Any chance resemblance to actual people or events is purely accidental. * I remember that incident in Iraq quite well. It's one of my clearest memories. 5 of us in a Humvee were going to one of the Iraqi government buildings where I was working on the computer network systems when we wer...
Agent Andrews began, "Please bear with me. I hope to have most of your questions answered by the time I finish giving the reason you are here today, and a synopsis of what has led to our actions. First of all, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas, Mrs. Hunter and her daughter are here under protective custody. No one is under arrest for any crime. Let me make that clear. Mr...
Joe looked around the workshop, particularly pleased at how he had kept it humming along. The hammering of metal and the screech of the grinders played a pleasing harmony for his ears and the smell of fresh enamel coming from the paint booth made him smile. In his usual discreet way, after warning the staff not to mention Jennifer, he had taken care to hide...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
FRIDAY MORNING "Are you going to work dressed like that Jo?" My wife was dressed in black, sexy high heels, black stockings with a pink 1920s style pencil line up the back of them, pink frilly satin panties (she hates thongs) and matching push up bra. "Yes I am hubby," she purred, as she pulled a navy blue, short pleated skirt over her hips. "Is there s...
Note: This story is intended to stand on its own but is based on characters and situations developed in the story "Stuck" (also posted on this site). * * * * * In Country Melvin pulled his pulp wood truck into the staging area and unhooked the trailer near the offload crane. The sun was just setting over the trees as he drove his cab around to the old con...