"So Jen, mom tells me that a few of you kids are going camping, do you need any money?" "Nope don't think so, but I'll raid the cupboards just a little, granola bars, drinks, some soup n' sandwich fixings." "Just leave my stash of Ho Ho's out of this," and he shoved a twenty in my hand. "Did I ever tell you how much I like you being my Pop, you're the bes...
Roger worked up until 5pm on Friday, reading complaints and writing follow up reports. Most of them were simple 'complaint unfounded' type reports. Sometimes when he felt there might be some misconduct, but it was so minor as to be insignificant, he would make a 'lack of hard evidence' report and move on. Roger had to be careful because all his reports, rega...
There is that sweet spot of summer when the kids are back in school so that the hot days stretch out before us without interruption. I was relishing the morning before me. My plan included nothing more than to enjoy the morning breeze and a cup of coffee on my back porch alone with my thoughts. I had just left the kids at school as I strolled back to my car...
Chapter 2: Moving On Biker and i stayed that weekend with Susan. We had no (play) that weekend as Susan's children were home. i had packed the few things i had brought from my ex's home, clothes, personal items, and a few books. Anne Rambling's was a fantasy view, (in my opinion) of the lifestyle. my computer i left with Susan as hers was in need of repair....
Copyright 2001 Del Edwards "Let's play hooky and go to the tall pines and walk together from sunlight to shadow and back again," he had suggested. He wanted her all to himself and she knew it. She wanted it too. "You mean take a whole day," she asked, her brown eyes sparkling, an irrepressible smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. "Yeah, walk and tal...
This was my fourth trip to Cartersville. And it was a fluke. The person that regularly traveled here was sick and I was instructed at the last minute to get packed, get to the airport and here are your tickets. I was lucky that I was familiar with our products and although I had no formal experience as a teacher, the crews learned the new system in record ti...
May 22nd - Friday / Late Afternoon Lane had fucked his sister. His brain spun it a million different directions, with a million more rational justifications for his actions, but they were all ultimately useless. He had every opportunity to leave. He could have just walked away. He should have. As desperately as Lane wanted to cling to regret, however, his...
This is the ongoing saga of two couples exploring the swing lifestyle. This is mostly true with moderate author liberties with certain situations and scenarios. I hope all who read it enjoy it, and I am grateful for any comments. Thank you. ***** The Chronicles 4 We relaxed on the blanket for a little while, just enjoying the sun and the beach. I still ma...
In the course of my conversations with Rick and Marissa, I told them, as I've told the reader, about my thoughts concerning nature, spirituality, the universe and things like that. Rick found my ideas so interesting that he suggested I start a blog, and I did. It caught the attention of Gerald at the National Park Service. I forget his title, but his duties...
Patrick Roy slept late this Friday morning. He was usually up with the chickens and out the door on his way to the office at about six thirty or seven o'clock with coffee in hand. Today he had no morning meetings, no business luncheons, no conference calls and no reports due. His sole purpose for going to the office was to meet with an important new client t...