This is a story about four things: honor, respect, friendship and love. If you are looking for sex – change stories because this doesn't have any graphic depictions of hot bodies slapping against each other in raw animal lust. This is about honor: that internal system that integrates your values with your relationships into a shared and focused mindset that...
Chapter 2: No good deed goes unpunished... ------------------- "Control well its slippin' right through my hand, these days turned out nothin' like I had planned..." –PowderFinger, These Days. ------------------- "You look lost boy." My feet shifted in their spot. I didn't look up at the old voice speaking to me. "You have to have a destination, or s...
If you like the story all credit goes to ErikThread for his insightful editing and if you don't like some bits - trust me it was all me!! That night I walked into the club to see my fiancée playing tongue hockey with her ex-boyfriend, Chad. I watched as they sat down at a table together ... actually she sat in his lap. His hands were roaming her flat abdom...
Another stupid memo. But I suppose that's redundant: all memos here are stupid. Idiot managers showering their "wisdom" down upon the lower creatures. I'm Brenda, an editor for - well - for one of those faceless, large corporations. My job is to try to improve the prose issuing forth, which, of course, is a frustrating job. No, not a "fustrating job" as s...
It was a night like any other winter night in the City of Brockton. The snow was falling gently, the wind was light almost non-existent as two vigilantes keep a silent watch together over their fair city. Brockton used to be a nice city, it was once the "Shoe Capitol of the World". The City of Champions, as its downtrodden citizens called it. Brockton was...
Amanda was sitting at her lab balance when all of a sudden, the whole lab shook. She heard her supervisor Mary ask "What was that?" Amanda told Mary "Sounded like an explosion." Mary asked "So what do we do?" Amanda thought for a moment. "Well, if anyone is hurt, they might appreciate having wet towels to clean their faces. Let's prepare some wet white tow...
Over the years I have lived in a number of shared houses. Bills are a lot less than renting on your own and while there were a couple where personalities clashed to put it politely, most were fun and provided good company. The dynamics were different in each one. Generally the more women in the house, the tidier, the more men, the less likely problems with...
"Regrets can hold you back and can prevent the most wonderful things taking place in your lives" – Eileen Caddy She was angry and no one could blame her. Furious in fact or at the very least that is how she was to appear. Her hard-nosed exterior was on par with the sitcom house... a set and a set up; so long as no one messed up the illusion, the illusion st...
It had been three long months since Savannah's confrontation with her mystery guy and every day that passed she became more and more paranoid. Knowing that any sexual encounter she had could very well be used as future blackmail material, she'd seriously curtailed such activities as best she could. Though she had to concede on one point; her own sex drive wa...
I could hear Hannah come back down the trail before I could see her. After spying on her showering at the falls on Monday, and them finding out she saw me, I didn't really know what to say when I saw her. I had been thinking about it, but came up with nothing. Time to come clean. She kept running all the way through to my cabin, where I stood on the porch....