On Oct. 17, my wife and I went to the annual Navy Ball in Philadelphia. I bought her a very sexy evening gown, and I was required to wear my service dress uniform. Once we got there I sat at a table with the rest of my buddies that I work with. Now I will stop here to give a little background. My wife, at 24, is eight years younger than I. We have been mar...
It was about six in the evening. An hour had passed since I came home from Walmart where I had been working for the past four years. The eight hour shift at cashier passed quickly. A large number of buyers came bye my register. My shower had been adjusted to the lukewarm temperature that I like and lasted some five or six minutes. Standing in front of the b...
This is a crime thriller with some romantic sex, and a smidgeon of violent non consensual sex and interesting by-play between various characters whom I hope you'll enjoy. Ten chapters long it follows the story of a group of people involved in an investigation into the serial attacks on homeless women. Definition of a Sociopath – someone unconcerned about t...
I had met Ruth at a dinner party arranged by a mutual friend and had been instantly captivated. We sat together and talked together all evening at the end of which she had agreed to go to the theatre with me on the following evening. The night following that, we had a quiet dinner in a secluded restaurant and for the next few days we met on a number of other...
Early morning Norfolk sunshine streamed through the curtains, waking Brian as it did so. It was the Spring Bank Holiday Monday at the last day of his stay with Anne's parents before heading back to Cambridge to resume his studies. One could say it had been an interesting weekend -- 'interesting' that is in the sense of the old Chinese proverb! Anne's mother,...
A note from the author: I've attempted something a little different with this story, for it's the first time I've written about well known characters. I've always been a Soprano's fan, and consider it one of the best programmes to have ever hit our screens. I hope this story has captured some of the personalities and how they'd react in situations such as t...
Anne Garcia was in love. The nineteen year old, married now for ten months, stood on the wharf with about two hundred other wives waving as their Marine husbands or boyfriends had boarded a big boat at the Norfolk Naval Base, shipping out to Iraq. She could clearly see her older husband, standing on the rail and waving at the crowd, wearing a city fire de...
William Hagen met Ada at the top of the gangplank up to the deck of the Ada George. The two were still hugging tightly when Ada's son, Daniel Raven, puffed up the ladder and put foot to deck. "I see you've found Mr. Hagen," Dan said dryly. "He wouldn't stay home, and if it hadn't been for him, this wouldn't have happened—at least as quickly as it did." "Go...
This is my personal homage to Georgette Heyer, the doyenne of romantic comedy writing. Of course, my take on the Regency period is very different from hers, but she has written very astutely and sympathetically about the equivocal position of secretaries, stewards, housekeepers and governesses in noble households, and I have unashamedly taken a leaf from her...
Driving through the flat Norfolk countryside on a sunny, if windy, May Bank Holiday Monday, Anne reflected on the weekend that had passed. It hadn't been spent in quite the way she'd have chosen, if choice ever really entered into the equation but, every so often duty had to come before pleasure. Visiting Mother was never easy, always more of a chore than...