The flight was smooth... well, except for an occasional bump of turbulence. The constant drone of the jet engines had almost a mesmerizing effect. Ann was dead asleep, and I was trying to watch the in-flight movie on the iPad sized screen located on the back of the seat in front of me. I had forgotten what a long flight it was to Hawaii. Unlike Ann, I found...
"Is this Mr. Mike Morgan?" The deep voice asked when I picked up the phone. "Yes, it is." I answered, curious as to who was calling. It was nearly 8 AM and on a Sunday, the phone almost never rang at that time of day. "This is Captain Stan Harrison, Oregon State Police. I am calling about Dana Morgan, I assume that is your wife?" "Yes, it is?" I felt a su...
With trembling hands, I pick up the phone the same as I always did. "Barbara-Ann Mercer for Master sergeant Kenneth Mercer." "Relation to the patient?" "Wife," I replied in my sweetest tone. I could even picture the face of who it was; Kristin or Ashley or maybe Carol on of the many former military wives who got their nursing degrees and made it a point to...
Chap 12 To say Steve was pissed was magnificent understatement. Steve had picked up some liquor and driven to the address Lamar had given him, only to find a church. Steve then tried calling Cris's cell but there had been no answer. Steve didn't know what to think, had Lamar intentionally given him the wrong address, had Lamar lied, was he fucking Cris righ...
Things were going great for Anne and Mathew they moved from the east coast to the west coast, bought a new house and then the bottom fell out of the economy. Anne was an office manager for a privately owned importing business, but the kids did not want to run it and the owner wanted to retire so the business was sold to a foreign concern and Anne became obso...
Ann had invited me to spend the weekend at her house, as I turned into the driveway I was surprised to see the driveway stretching into the distance with no house in sight. I finally arrived but it's name, The Manor House, did not do it justice, it was a small palace. I knew she was a titled lady but this was something else. I parked the car and walked up th...
Author's Note Ann Berrybush and the other characters in this story are not original. They originate from the Ann Berrybush stories posted on Yahoo Groups, of which there are now hundreds of stories by numerous authors. In most of the stories, the hapless, repressed schoolmarm Miss Berrybush is stripped in slapstick fashion, usually by her student nemeses, A...
By the time that Ruth-Ann got to the last period of the day, she was so excited it was hard to sit still. Going to all of her classes, knowing that the panties she left the house with this morning were now in her Principal’s possession had just kept her wet all day. It was a very strange and cool sensation to go to biology class today and have to sit on the...
The cold splash of water in my face felt good against my skin. Looking at the reflection in the mirror, I saw a slightly dazed and concerned look staring back at me...not the usual shit eating grin I would normally see after an incredible sexual encounter. I looked down at my cock, which was still rock hard, and still tingling. "How long is THAT going to la...
"It's just not fair." From the tone of her friend's voice, Cindy Davis knew Ann was only half-joking. "What's not fair?" They were in Cindy's cramped, one-person dorm room, preparing tuna fish au gratin on rye toast for supper. "It's not fair that you actually met a good-looking single guy under ninety on that geriatric unit disguised as an ophthalmology...