Chapter 24: Dave returns home Claire Winslow brought me home Sunday afternoon. Jessica was there as Claire pulled me into the house on a leash. Jessica thought that was amusing until she saw the state of my backside. For the last week I had received a paddling or worse just about every day and my backside showed the remnants of the beatings. Mrs. Baxter cam...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan January 2013 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This story is...
George was back late. From seeing Doris he had gone on to make his rounds, seeing various friends, checking on them, sorting matters out. It was what he did. Something of an employment – unpaid of course, but he had his pension. Pensions indeed. It was not a problem. He was back quite late in the day. Ivy had been busy. The house had been cleaned, washing...
Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 9 After reading the previous chapters, my best friend Karen tells me, I've achieved my goal – I am a Dirty Old Man! This is the ninth chapter in this series - I recommend you to read the previous chapters in order before this one. I can't thank Romantic1 enough for the time he spent reviewing and editing this and the previous ch...
I. YOU KNOW ME ALREADY There have been many more before the five they are giving me the credit for. There have been even more since. And I am most certainly not done yet. I have simply changed my ways, fooling everyone, including detectives, police, journalists and every Tom, Dick and Harry that fancies himself an investigator. They have given me many nam...
He got off the sofa, “Oh come on, please Helen don’t be so silly it really will be a great bash”. Her eyes watched the television as she replied, “Chris I’ve known you for seven years, I’ve been married to you for five of those years and in all that time I have never liked those two prats that you call friends, they are childish, pathetic and stupid, they p...
I remember the day and the time. It was the day of my thirty-fifth birthday and the time was 5: 26 am. I know because I saw the clock when I reached over and silenced the alarm. I looked over at Leslie who would stay in bed another hour and saw something that I hadn't noticed before. Her night gown had slid down and I saw a love bite - a small hickey - on th...
I looked at her like she was some alien life form as my mind digested what she'd said to me over dinner. She had waited until the fresh baked apple pie was cut and then she had hit me with it. "There is no easy way for me to do this so I'll go right at it. The kids are gone. I've been a damned good wife, mother and homemaker for the last twenty-four years....
The most difficult thing about maintaining a stable in the suburbs is paying for it. Cost of living is high, and when you're one person working to support five mouths, you have to have a good job, live close to the ground, or both. In my case, I have a decent job, and am accustomed to going hungry—which is a good thing, because I would never, ever allow my...
Out in the middle of nowhere, the three young women from the museum followed the directions that the Sheriff had given them. It took them along an old and bumpy dirt road. On the way, they passed a couple of farmsteads and barns and a beautiful creek that stretched by the road for a mile. "You know, even if we don't find the painting, I think I should stop...