Chapter 26 -- A lifetime of servitude Towards the end of Wednesday evening Bernadette recovered enough to grab Ken for a round of massaging and sex. Because no one else had wanted him that night, Ken had spent his evening doing chores with two of his fellow pledges and was relatively well rested. His performance satisfied the freshman, although as he entere...
If you follow my stories you know I have a condescending attitude towards women in general. And, that women are a treacherous lot. Jimmy was suspicious of his wife Jessica cheating on him. I had never met either of them. He is a friend one of my wife trapper buddies. My buddy said that Jessica was pretty sweet, but that he would be surprised if Jessica was...
Cindy glanced at her watch and tapped her foot nervously. Her cup of coffee sat in front of her almost untouched. It was mostly a disguise, an excuse for sitting and waiting in the only coffee shop in her small semi-rural community. It was almost ten o'clock in the morning, the time her husband John had arranged for Will to meet her. She had arrived ten min...
To begin this story a little bit of background is in order; When Sheryl and I got together, she was leaving a failed marriage, and understandably had some insecurity issues that she needed to deal with. She did have a magnetic, and gregarious personality, seemingly never met a stranger. That said, she had a feeling of being physically unattractive, as well...
These friends had known each other for a couple years at least, since childhood in some cases. Jay met his roommate, Karl, at the branch campus in the city where they lived. Karl's girlfriend, Lilly, also went to school there, coming the year after the rest of them, and Jay had known her from the street where they both grew up. Jay met his girlfriend Kate at...
Dr. Harold Masters was sipping his scotch thoughtfully as he paced casually back and forth before the huge stone fireplace. Looking relaxed and at ease in his gray business suit and open-necked shirt, he glanced around his spacious library with satisfaction. He turned to the door as his servant entered. "Dr. DiGiacomo is coming up the drive now, sir," he a...
The walls of this place are like a prison... but that's fine. That's why they call this place "The Lockdown". Driftwood's never had a strip club in it before, and this one raised a hell of an uproar. A lot of people didn't want it here, but it happened, the owner of this—creative— establishment managed to make it work. Maybe they greased a few hinges, or li...
Author's note: The first 30% or so of this was written in 1994. Then, I moved about 50 miles. In the process of moving, my computer and most of the floppy disks that held its work were lost or destroyed. I have always, from the beginning, been a firm believer in hard copies for emergency backup. But, if you can't find them, they aren't much help. Late last y...
I changed names only to protect them. These stories represent a fully non-fictional account of how I became me. All stories and people are real. Enjoy them. ***** I only knew Steve as my landlord. To be exact, Steve was the only son of the two people that owned the small apartment complex I am currently living in as of right now. My reason for moving he...
Dan Harris couldn't sleep well, and the reason wasn't the June Missouri heat and humidity. He'd just survived a day when he thought the woman of his dreams was going to cut off their friendship. For weeks, he had snuck off to a hidden spot in the woods to watch his idol, '70 sitcom star Brenda Keans, go skinny dipping in Peachtree Lake, the pond below his tr...