***NOTE*** - This story is part of my Trouble Texas Style series that began with Night Walker's Woman (complete) and includes Tight Fittin' Jeans, One Night Stand, and Ready to Run. It is best read in that context. While the stories have different titles and the storylines revolve around different main characters, they are best thought of as one story - like...
This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or total, without the author's permission. * "Who's Mercy?" That simple sta...
This is third chapter of the series that began with Housesitting and was continued with House Rules * In the morning I went to get the paper. I found two envelopes in the newspaper box, one addressed to Mercy and one to me. I brought them into the house without opening them, intending to wait until Mercy got up. But after drinking my coffee and unsuccessfu...
There are no characters in this story that are less then eighteen years of age. This story is a pure fiction. Any resemblance to any real person living or dead is coincidental and was not the intent of the author. * I was awakened in the late afternoon by voices in my room. When I opened my eyes I was greeted by the sight of Ms. Penny, frowning down at me...
It didn't last forever. It didn't even last a moment. . Before I could say anything Kelly put the ball gag back in my mouth. She pushed a button on a remote and I was watching a replay of Mercy and Doug on the television.. Kelly went about her business, going in and out of the room, glancing at the television occasionally. I just lay there trying not to thi...
(Thanks again to Shawhollow's editing) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) (The gang gets motorcycles) Rio, of course, heads to the biggest, meanest hog on the lot. The Big Ole Boy/Dealership owner, who has the makings of an aged outlaw bike...
*Being dead is wonderful; you never get tired and you have all the time in the world to regret how you ended up this way* Thank you Frontma for inspiring me to keep writing so she can polish off the rough edges. (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured ro...
Shout out to Deni for editing this for me. Thanks! Later that week I was scheduled for another business trip to check out a new "Suites and Eats". I checked to make sure Mercy wasn't busy and then let the club know we would be travelling and available. About a week later we received an invite for that weekend. The couple was attractive enough for both of...
Want to personalize this story? Cut and paste it to a word processing program in your computer (just make sure it is somewhere safe), and use the "Find and Replace" feature to change the names to anything you like. * Doug and Kelly moved in across the street a few months ago. We are in the country, so they were about a half mile away, but we went to greet...
Across the river, on the shady side of town, in the back of a smoky tavern, behind a thick steel door, down a damp stone stairway, along a musty hallway, kept from view with an oak door, was the Banana House. It was neither a true home, not did it contain much fruit. Instead, it housed men of the night, men for rent to the privileged and elite. The atmosphe...