Arriving at the door at about 3 pm on a Thursday, I shiver with anticipation as to what will happen next. I set my small duffel down next to the door, and I look at the wooden frame, searching for the doorbell. I locate the softly glowing button and place my finger upon it. AS I push it down, the light fades away and a soft chime can be heard from within. It...
Callista Monroe stared out of the window that ran the length of her office. The bright lights of Los Angeles was truly an impressive thing. Even at one o'clock in the morning the whole damned thing was awash with pin pricks of light: houses, offices, cars. People going about the business of living. While she went about the business of... Callie Jean was not...
My name is Jack Ridge. My wife, Amanda, and I own Ridgewood Stables in a small southern town. We started it a few years after getting married and love working with the horses, and love that we can make pretty good money, working together throughout the day. We have a bunch of stalls for animals, a great office and several storage rooms for tack and all the o...
As it turned out the strip poker scene of the film will involve two new people who brought additional money to the project. They would be a part of the film as part of the agreement with the money they invested in the project. Jack, Sue, Rick, Lynn, Claire, and George would be the participants in the strip poker sequence. They played five-card stud with eac...
I emerge from the alleyway, looking down the long row that hosts most of the brothels and taverns in the Platinum District. A smiling courtesan shouts to me, a lewd invitation to join her, but I merely tip my hat and smile. There is a well-lit tavern ahead on my left. At night, large lamps illuminate a sign above the door, on it, written in red: The Bloody P...
-FROM "NIGHTWATCHES"- ... Sometimes, for those who make a living in the hours when you are asleep, there comes, towards the end of a watch or shift, an errant image from the depths of the past and their psyche. Images built on bits of memory or snatches of an old song - Jungian archetypes or " a bit of undigested gristle". One that comes to me is the image...
My name's Aurora. At the time my story takes place I was an eighteen-year-old girl who looked chaste, naive, and as fresh and pure as the first snowfall in October. That also happened to be the month the following night took place. Don't jump to conclusions about me, I grew up on a horse ranch outside of Gerlach, Nevada, and by this age could break a mustan...
It was September and I was about to get married. My best man was to be my older brother. He had flown in a couple days early so we could have the party a couple days early, one of the rules that my now wife made. She said the party couldn't be the night before in case something happened, I might need a few days to recover. Another rule was "I couldn't catch...
I had no choice, not after the horrible crime I had done. It was either run - or be caught like a rat 'an dragged screaming and a kicking to the gallows. I'd seen too many a good man strung up, victims of the King's justice, eyes poppin out of their 'ead's, black tongues lolling from slack jaws as they swung for the crowd. Not for me that fate, oh no – my ne...
My first wife and I had a great sex life that included some pretty wild events. We were very active sexually and enjoyed every minute of it. Our escapades included some exotic and public places. We tried to make it exciting every time we had sex. The following story is just one of our many exploits. When we first met I knew our relationship would be based o...