*Editing magic performed by Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *Can the scorpion ever stop being a scorpion?* {8:30 am, Monday, September 8th ~ Last day} [A ROOM FULL OF ASSISTANTS] Well ... there it was ... the office of the Executive Director to the President ... and not 'Executive Assistant' ... because this...
For starters, my thanks to PokingFun for keeping her head above the rip tide long enough to edit this work. To Smutol, who fought with me - A LOT - but provided invaluable input into character interactions and was often the voice for 'the little guy'. To Talonwolf because apparently the ATF can't do their jobs to my satisfaction. To the Voice Howling In t...
This story is about a husband who forgives and reconciles with a an unfaithful wife. If that scenario angers you do not read it! I will not be held responsible for your high blood pressure. There is no graphic sex described in this story. Calculating Nemesis CHAPTER ONE I caught the Central Line train at Loughton, having driven in from Abbess Roding as I...
Original story: Stormbringer Adapted/ continued: RogueAlan NOTE: Stormbringer created essentially a screenplay for Recession Blues, which has been an illustrated comic. He graciously allowed me to flesh it out into the story that was chapter 1, and to take his memorable character and see what I thought would happen next. I believe I once read where he said...
Hypatia shuddered in the drawing room, overcome by the note. Fear, Anger, Anxiety, Lust; a dozen emotions swept through her. She felt faint, sinking quietly onto the chaise lounge, reading for the tenth time the stinging words it displayed. Dearest Hypatia - A lie, in the salutation, no less! It is with great sorrow that I break off our engagement. I have...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. My life coul...
London must be the most miserable place on God's Earth on a wet day in January. There were five of us in the Library of The Exiles Club that afternoon. The New Year of 1887 was but a few days old and I had I come to Town from my customary refuge in Cheltenham to meet with my broker and take care of one or two other small items of business. After thirty years...
It takes a while for this story to unfold -- as for most of my stories - but I hope you enjoy reading it. Please leave a comment if you'd like to, as I really appreciate those of you who take the time to write them. Anyone in this story participating in sexual activities is most definitely over the age of 18. +++ 'Jane? Jane McInerney?' 'Yes! Jane McIne...
It wasn't until I was doing my umpteenth impeccable edit of this story, that it suddenly dawned upon me. "Flashman"!?! It has been a few years since I remember last reading any of Fraser's masterful1 series about the Not-So-Gentlemanly Craven Adventurer Across World History. Whom we all loved to hate. (We all hated to love?) Damnation! It pisses me off,...
I'm honored that blackrandl1958 invited me to participate in the Siren's Song collection. I appreciate her kindness. This story would be equally at home in Romance or Sci-Fi. I thought it might be slightly more appropriate here, but it's half a dozen of one, six of the other. Siobhan is an Irish name that is pronounced Shivahn. * * * * * Sea lion woman,...