Authors note There seem to be a lot of Wild West stories floating around ... this one is a romantic fantasy, with an oddly singular and tongue in cheek look to a version of the Wild West. Enjoy. ***** Chapter 1 Caroline Bagshaw rested her head on the leather-covered steering wheel and wept. Her dream life, apparently so perfect two years previously, with...
"Hey, Missy, this is Steve." "Hi, Steve. Need to schedule an appointment?" "Yeah, I'm really tied up in knots," was the reply. "Any chance you can see me this afternoon?" "Yeah, I have an opening at 3:30, will that work for you?" "No, sorry. I've got a client coming in then. O...K...well, maybe I can catch you next week. I'm pretty busy. Tell you what; I...
The honking calls of geese sounded from overhead, a prelude to their splashdown on the lake some distance away. In the circular pool, large, dark shapes cruised just below the shimmering surface of the water. Here and there, a fin or tail appeared, giving further hints of the exceptional size of the fish that dwelled in the secluded pool. The sun shown down...
I pulled my beat up nine-year-old Ford Explorer into a spot by the river, that was shielded from the county road by a thick stand of trees, and as quickly as the ignition was off, my girlfriend Lauren and I were leaning across the console connected in a passionate kiss. "Ready?" I asked in a nervous voice. With a nod, we opened our doors, stepped into the...
I was a college professor for 10 years when my wife left me and I was about 35 and I never remarried. To help make ends meet, I tutored on the side. I made a good salary, but extra money never hurts. My wife had left me for another woman and that pain hurt deeply. It would be bad enough to lose your wife to another man, but losing her to another woman was de...
Jasmine's stuff did arrive in a little under two hours, surprising her; she had fully expected it to arrive in the evening or the next day. An even bigger surprise was the attractive croak yelling her name from the back of the black SUV, unmistakably Bailey's voice. "You've got so much explaining to do," the redhead lectured as she clambered out of the vehi...
If you didn't read the first part of this story then you won't get the gist of what's going on. So, if you're old enough to be here reading a story about a bisexual threesome, and you read Part 1, then read on. If not, then I can't be held responsible for putting erotic thoughts into your virginal head. Leave now. -------------------------------------------...
Spring had come early something else I noticed about Thomas. He was a gardener anything he touched grew into massive floral bouquets. Sitting out on the porch as we read about our next case. The greenery shaded us beautifully. Glancing at the names on the tops of the bio's it didn't ring a bell. Looking at the stats never gave much information. That would c...
Fall, 1967 ‘Remember to study the notes from chapter five, because there will be a quiz on Monday,’ I’m making a futile attempt to project my voice as my students noisily file out of the room. I watch them as they leave, wondering how they’ll actually spend their respective weekends, and how many of them will actually study anything before Monday morning. I...
Click Here for Audio Part 1. Click Here for Audio Part 2. Click Here for Audio Part 3. Click Here for Audio Part 4. Click Here for Audio Part 5. * * * * * Crack. The twig snapped under her foot like a firecracker. She stopped. Listening intently for sounds of pursuit. All was quiet. She hurried on. Why hadn't she listened to her friends and stayed in the...