It was an average day. The weather that early April afternoon was average. The temperature in the office was average. Lingering somewhere in the high 60s. Maybe 70. Her daily to-do list was almost finished. It was about 3:30pm. She usually worked until 5pm. The same time that most of the other employees were there. She was not necessarily looking forward to...
My Dear Readers, Disclaimer: What I write is fiction/fantasy/fairy tales for adults. None of my characters are real, no one was injured during the production of my stories and just like on T.V., they all get up when the scene is over, have a beer, remove the makeup and go home, ready to return in the next chapter, all the boo boos healed. Votes and commen...
Pull into his assigned space at the front of the school, turn off the engine, and climb out of the truck. Don't forget to get the briefcase out of the back seat - he always seemed to forget that for some reason. But not today. Today was the first day of the fall school term at St. Mary's Catholic School for Young Ladies, and Principal Hanson always liked the...
SUNDAY MORNING Laura drove her yellow Beetle along the familiar road to her office. It was a beautiful, warm summer day but she was annoyed. This was Sunday and she had to go to work to finish a report. “This is a day for the beach,” she said aloud. “If only I had finished that report on Friday. I’m paying for it now.” Laura’s financial report had to be o...
The insane author, Jenny Jackson, sat on a bench near the corner of 39th and 7th Avenue in New York with a yellow legal pad across her knees. The swirling snowflakes of late December danced at her feet as she watched her character, the Private Eye, Harry Dick, across the street. Harry was dressed as a Santa Claus bell-ringer. Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling... J...
Chapter 33. Sir DB. (Early May 1987). For my fifth formal appraisal the senior partner told me he'd like to do it on Saturday morning. "Give you a bit of lunch somewhere afterwards," he said. I was surprised, not only by his unexpected and uncharacteristic display of sociability, but also because my previous four formal appraisals had been very stiff and...
“Yes? What is it, Miles?” George Peterson looked up from his lunchtime crossword and glanced idly at Miles Slattery as he grinned at him around the office door. A few crumbs from his chicken sandwich had scattered over sixteen across; one of the many clues that George had still yet to solve. “Have you seen her yet, boss?” Miles was one of the younger memb...
I had a little adventure yesterday that I hope might be of some interest to you. Derek, an English guy from the property development company I am doing work for, has been visiting for the last few days. He is very handsome and I have to confess that I get wet just thinking about him touching me. He has dark hair, a very nice build and must work out a lot bec...
Lily did as her boss instructed yesterday. She entered his office, quickly undressing in anticipation then placing her hands on the edge of his desk. As she waited for him to return to his office the clock on the mantle ticked loudly. Her mind filled with images of the day before as she tried to guess what he would do next. She had gone home the day before...
In 2007 I felt pretty lucky. Having just graduated, I moved straight into a position as a junior trading analyst with a top city investment company, that was doing really well. I turned up for my first day of work in one of the smaller towers at Canary Wharf, but it had an amazing view across the Thames to Grenwich. Things were going just fine until the fin...