Thanks to the knee doctor for editing assistance. * It was the middle of the week and the house was empty again. My wife, Darcy, and my twin daughters were not home, as usual. I don't think it is unreasonable for a man to expect his family to be home when he arrives. It wasn't always this way. Until six months ago I could count on a warm welcome and a nice...
Chapter Seven: Fighting the system A shiver of horror washed through me as I turned back to Gretchen. Her right hand was smeared with blood and she was as pale as a ghost. My first thought was personal: how the hell do I get myself mixed into these unbelievable situations? I shoved that thought away. There would be time for personal thoughts later, but righ...
Then Debbie's phone rang, waking her up. "Do you need to get that, Honey?" I asked. "Yeah, I probably should! It's probably my mom wondering what the fuck happened to me!" Debbie responded. As I stood up, she rushed over to her shorts, grabbed her phone, and enthusiastically exclaimed "Hi Mom!" "Hi Debbie!" I heard a fairly gravelly but feminine voice res...
Chapter Five -- Stephanie Gets Caught I fucked up big time. The only neutral territory in our home is the kitchen. Stephanie made her own food. "Mom cooks horrid food, how can you eat it?" She had said more than once. It was just rebellion. Steph's macaroni and cheese dinners were gross to look at much less compare to the good food, like soft tacos and home...
WARNING! This fictional story isn't for everyone. It involves cuckolds, male feminization, submission, interracial sex and breeding. If you're not interested, go find another story. * I am a white fifty something year old married cuckold and a proud member of the W.B.A. My wife is twenty years younger than I and we have four children (with one on the way),...
It was decades ago when I was in my early 20's. I was in county again. Just 10 days which doesn't sound like much, but in my line of work, that meant I wasn't making money. I was concerned as rent looked like it might be late, and my land lord wasn't trading favors for funds now that his wife had learned what I did for a living. I met a gal out on the yard...
Chapter 13 It Ain't Over 'Till It's Over "How's Ros," I asked Sally quietly. She was sitting in a chair in the waiting room of the Roosevelt Heights Private Hospital. "She's out of it, Rick. It's going to be a while before she's back with us. She's pretty loaded up with drugs ... not just heroin. They're doing a tox screen to see just what's there. We shou...
"So, what exactly does a bounty hunter do?" She played with her hoop earring, running her finger around the inner rim. Her other hand held her cocktail which she sipped every few minutes. Her lusting eyes never strayed from him. "Well, some of us prefer to be called bail enforcement agents, but it's alright if you call me a bounty hunter. I arrest criminals...
It's sometimes referred to as the "Big Mac Standard" basically a way of comparing the purchasing power of currency in the cities of the world. While it sounds like some Ronald McDonald wet dream come true, it is actually used in making comparisons of purchasing power across the globe. Each year, Swiss banking giant UBS calculated the hourly wage rate for a...
It had been a long day at work. Eleven hours long, to be exact. Delaney had only been scheduled to work eight hours, but her manager had conned her into overtime. Because of the snowstorm that was battering the city, some of the people who were scheduled to come in couldn't make it. With nothing better to do, Delaney had stayed, but now she wished she hadn't...