The rest of their vacation was wonderful except for the flowers, which kept showing up in their room each day sent by Bill. The cards he sent with them were suggestive but nothing that bad. However, Rusty could see that they were not making his wife very happy and after the fourth day in a row, he went to the management of the hotel and told them he wanted n...
This story was edited by ErikThread and DaveT with my thanks and appreciation. Any errors are mine alone. Previously posted on another site. Captain's Choice Chapter 9 What next? The shock was enormous. I was speechless and stood there, bewildered by what she had said. My mother? Was that even possible? I was frozen in place for the moment and it wasn't...
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Nicky panicked when she happened to glance at her wristwatch. She gave a loud wail of despair startling her immediate colleagues around her. "What's wrong?" one of them asked in deep concern. "I'm late!" she wailed again, picked up her handbag and rushed off like a speeding bullet. "That's so typical of our Nicky," another colleague commented good-nature...
I'm not sure who I am looking for, so I sit in the darkest part of the room, which is in the back, at a small two-person table behind everyone else. I expected the hundred or so people to be largely middle-aged creepers and sketchy greasers. Instead, they are fashionable men and women. Mostly couples and groups of couples clustered around tables. Very respec...
Concentration is an act of will power, an act of mind over matter, an act of focusing on something to the exclusion of all else. All the concentration in the world is not helping you, this fine spring morning, focus on the line after line, page after page, of COBOL code spread out on the desk. The job seems insurmountable. The problem seemed simple enough...
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My head hurts. Not a headache but like I'd banged it on something. I'm just waking up. I look around and have no idea where I am. It's a room. A room made of cement blocks, it looks like. Painted or white washed somewhere in the past. Looks like maybe 15 feet or so by another fifteen feet. Concrete floor. I sit up. I'm naked. Completely naked. What the hell...
"Bronson, last night agents from Immigrations had some puke that they spotted at the Blaine boarder crossing in Washington under surveillance. They were hoping that he would hang his fellow gang members. What they found out was not what they expected. The puke made a phone call. He called a man named Alexander, who said and I quote, “I want the woman, Jewels...