This story is almost a stand alone, however; to better understand the characters I recommend you read 'Coke Whore' by RLFJ first. It is my interpretation of the next chapter to that beautiful romance. * Coke Whore No More Chapter 1 Dave looked thoughtfully at a sleeping Nancy, tenderly holding her in his arms after she pumped him dry yet again. An angel...
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. I've had a long standing love of Irish lasses. Their eyes, complexion, smiles have always warmed my heart, and a few have broken it. Constructive criticism as always is welcome in the comments, others will be dealt with in the usual manner. ***** "You know, we should spend the night in tonight."...
***** Bruised Ego ***** It was twenty five minutes after school and Sara leaned against Andrew's locker. With every noise she looked down the hall, anticipation in her eyes, until she again leaned her head back with a loud frustrated sigh. Andrew rounded the corner, and the young couple smiled with excitement as they saw each other. They came together and e...
The Usual Disclaimer: This is a work of fantasy. All characters featured in sexual situations are over 18. The characters in these stories are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living, dead or undead is purely coincidental. Do not try this at home. ***** Jackie was a girl I dated when I was in high school. She was only the second girl with whom...
Sam Walsh was no stranger to tragedy. He had lost his wife to a drunk driver when his son had been just an infant. He had raised Sam Jr. all on his own and could not have been more proud of his son as he grew into a fine young man. When he was eighteen, Sam Jr. had gone away to college, and four years later he returned not only with his degree but with a cut...
Thank you for your continued patience and support. I am still writing and as I said in my update; I'm trying to find that work, social life and writing balance so the chapters aren't coming as fast. I am however, getting there. To those of you who asked specific questions, I promise to reply to them very soon. Once again; thanks to all of you. Oh one more t...
The rain fell on the tent over the grave in heavy drops. Mother Mary Rufus stood with her brothers and sisters with their children in its shelter as I read the graveside blessing for their mother. Lucinda Parkhurst-Frazelton had come to the end of her long journey, and gone to her reward. It seemed a bit sacrilegious as I read the words that my thoughts wand...
I'm Brian Banks; I'm kind of a weird dude. I have borderline social anxiety, I am about as athletic as a potato, and I have no interest in drinking, sports or any other "male bonding" type of activities. I'm decent looking and thin, despite the fact that I never actually "work out," but my major attribute is that I'm smart. Actually, I'm really smart and unl...
It took us 41 hours in total to drive the 2,000 miles from Iowa to Mary's parent's house in Oregon. We only stopped for gas, driver change, washroom breaks, sometimes food and two construction traffic backups. We had left at 4 AM on a Wednesday and arrived Thursday at 9 PM. Mary gave her parents a call about an hour away and George and Jan were waiting at th...
(The seventh installment in the Lance Sheldon Chronicles) Prologue The look of shock must have been plastered all over my face as I stared at my laptop because I heard Jessica say, "What? Is something wrong, baby?" I did my best to change my facial expression as I looked up at her. "No," I assured her, "just can't get over the extreme people will go to in...