Monday morning, life in the Jacobsen household pretty much resumed normalcy. We drove T&T to the airport first thing in the morning, kissed our 'alternate spouses' goodbye, pretty passionately, picked up the kids from my parents and Addie drove to Mountain Home to begin negotiations on the new store building. I kept the kids home Monday since we'd been apar...
"Becca? Hey, it's me. Listen, can you take Dad to the doctor on Friday?" "Oh, hey Taryn. I'd love to but I have that retreat, remember?" "Oh, right. I totally forgot," her sister replied. "I can't get off work again that soon. If you can't take him, what are we gonna do? Those Visiting Saints charge a hundred dollars for four hours, and I don't know about...
I would like to thank my friend Kiki for her editing efforts. All other mistakes are mine. I have tried to be as accurate as possible but remember this is fictions. Mental abuse, especially from parents can be as bad as physical abuse. There are a lot of things happening in this story, but it is above all a romance. I hope you enjoy. JJ John Martin was...
Lawrence's deep-set frown was illuminated harshly by the cold blue light of his computer monitor. He didn't like what he was seeing on his monitor. Didn't like it one bit. At nineteen, he would have watched it eagerly. At fifty, he knew he should turn it off, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. And the more he watched, the angrier he became. On the othe...
The blind shall lead the halt. No, wait... I GREW UP IN half a dozen rundown trailer parks around Shiner and Sweet Home, Texas. My folks were killed by a drunk driver when I was nine; unfortunately, the drunk driver was my father. Their estate consisted of a maxed-out MasterCard and a drawerful of unpaid bills, later joined by vaguely threatening letters fr...
"Sarah?" shouted the voice, "Sarah, you in there?" It was Bruce! She ran to the door to see his smiling face pressed against the glass. She opened the door and saw that he had unbuttoned the jacket to show his broad torso covered in a blue denim shirt and the crash helmet and both panniers by his feet. "Was it ever hard to find you!" he laughed. "You sca...
This story is one of a continuing series of connected stories known as "Tales from the Shack." This is in LW because the Shack series started here, and it is much easier for those that follow the stories to find them if I keep them all together. In this case, the story stands well enough on its own, but it is very much a part of the series. I typically don't...
For those who've read my other stories, Shannon's back; this is a prequel of sorts. And if you're new to my work, welcome! Hope you enjoy. * * * I was hesitant about whether I should talk to her about this. I mean, the school has a mentorship program for a reason: you're supposed to be able to talk to your mentor about anything, anything at all, and they'r...
By the end of December 2013, I had already been two years away from India, having (temporarily) relocated to Hanoi, Vietnam in 2011. As head of the Asia-Pacific region for a French international engineering conglomerate, I had set up regional headquarters in New Delhi. However, because of an unexpected resignation of my GM in Hanoi, I had moved there to ensu...
He's a gay virgin. She's a failing lesbian or filthy bisexual, depending on who you ask. It's late, and she's out of milk. If this doesn't sound like your thing, other authors are available. Or try one of my other stories. If this might be your thing, I hope you enjoy. This is an entry in the April Fools Day 2020 contest. 'Nearly home,' I thought, a...