Prologue: In the year 2129, the 100th celebration of the end of cheap oil was celebrated. During the preceding 100 years, society, laws, and even whole ways of life were changed. * It all started in 2029, when Excon struck the last of the cheap oil pockets deep within the Atlantic Trenches. When the announcement was read across the globe, riots broke out...
Angel jumped back to Steve's kitchen, whilst he was else-when sorting out Bruce's problems. She was in a pensive mood for a change, although a genius as were all of the British Aristocracy, she wasn't one for deep self-analysis. This business of Steve and pregnancy had shaken her badly, and despite her words to Alison she felt a sense of loss that her 26t...
For those of you who have read my "Seducing the Neighbor Girl" series, this is a major departure from that style of story. In that series, I always try to keep the sex at the beginning, middle, and end of each story. For this one, there isn't a lot of sex and it takes a long time to get around to it. So, please be patient. This is a romance story set in a z...
First Inning: My name is Richard Walton. I grew up in a southern Wisconsin town large enough to have its own high school but not the size of Madison or Milwaukee. We were the kind of town where everyone knew each other and most folks didn't bother to lock their doors when they were away. Like most mid-sized towns in America, we had a few who were called the...
***I had wanted to write a special piece for my 100th posting. It began simply enough, as most of my poor offerings do, with an idea and me sitting down to begin. Well, I liked it so much that I just kept going, and it's turned into something far more than I'd ever envisioned. So here I am, and instead of my 100th posting being the tale that I had in mind, i...
"We need some help here, Jack---a strike package and an extraction team---now!" "The fast movers are eight minutes out---the helos almost thirty, Hal, ah, Mr. President" "They'll be dead or worse in five. We're going in; we're switching to Tac two." "Mr. President..." The four star combatant commander knew that protest was futile. He'd known the POTUS si...
Disclaimer: Characters portrayed in the following are not mine and I did not create them. * Italy, Sicily, France and Spain, all round England and back again: They christened the starship "Old Faithful". Pieces of the left rotary axle had disintegrated when the homeworld imploded, causing a hundred and thirty percent burn in the starboard engines and til...
Once upon a time, back when the word Corona only elicited thoughts of a beer with lime, there was an older man in his late fifties. His name was Tom. He was a good husband and the father of three grown kids. Tom and his wife Grace lived in a nice neighborhood in a nice town. Both had good-paying jobs, he as a part-time consulting engineer working mostly from...
I was feeling uncommonly good for someone wheeling a dented, gasping Civic into an employee parking lot on a Monday morning. I had a new space, perfectly located near the front door. Also, here in Year 3 of the CV Depression, with 27% unemployment, I had a job, and the job had a salary. That was pretty good for someone my age. And best of all, I was the new...
This story continues my attempt to mix erotica and crime fiction. This chapter starts where chapter two ended. I recommend reading both prior chapters, in order, before you read this chapter. This story is a work of fiction. Real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of th...