The agent sat across from Michelle, rifling through paperwork. The room looked more like an old-fashioned interrogation cell than a government office. He found the sheet he was looking for and closed his folder. "Now, Mrs. Carter," he said, "there's a few things we'll need to go over before we begin your final assessment. Firstly, although I k...
In the small New England college where I taught English, every professor was also required to take on the coaching of a sport or extra-curricular activity. I took on Drama since I had always loved the theatre. We did only one big production a semester, and the one for that semester was to be "West Side Story," a huge undertaking because of the size of the c...
Dear Mom & Dad, It has been a real drag here at college. The people are all in clicks and the professors are even worse. I had great plans of doing as Dad wanted and become a teacher, but the English Lit Professor is the world's biggest ego trip jerk, and told me he was hell-bent desiring to dash my hopes! He wants those not in frat houses to brown nose...
Section 6 Hypnotic Compulsion Karen found Brandee on the sidelines of the football field. The sexy nurse was watching the second-string players run drills. "Brandee, where have you been? I've been looking for you all week." "Oh, hi, Karen. Here mostly. Working on the study. You did tell me to make it a priority." "I need to speak with you. It's about t...
My name is Marcus Trey Jackson and I'm a tall, good-looking young black man living in the city of Boston. I attend Marshall Military Academy, an all-male, four-year nationally accredited private school located in the town of Milton, Massachusetts. The Marshall Military Academy is one of the last all-male colleges in the continent of North America. It was fou...
She struggled back to consciousness, a bit at a time, to discover she was lying face down... in a hospital... in a strange, special bed. She knew she was Dani O'Brian. It was hard to think or to feel. She tried to talk, but no sound came out. Her pussy ached but it seemed packed with gauze. So did her ass. She felt spit drool out of her open mouth. Moving he...
I headed for the University campus a little earlier than usual on Monday morning, hoping to catch my thesis chairman Dr. Keller and drop off the project notes Jamie and I had compiled. More accurately, I hoped to arrive before his gatekeeper, Mrs. Marsh. That didn't work out. Doesn't that woman ever leave her guard post? "Hello, Tom," she sniffed dismissi...
(This story takes place in Silicon Valley, California. The essence of this story is true. Jana exists, but her name has been changed. ) ***** Francis teaches ballroom dancing to adults. He's good looking, but not a GQ type of guy. He doesn't have a square chin, nor bulging biceps, because he is a dancer. He doesn't need well defined pecs. He doesn't have a...
Chapter 5 The Next Step Typically, Tom Yardley and I were the first two people in the office each morning. Tom was an early riser by nature, and always anxious to get to work first thing. I was similar because I was at my best in the morning and that was when I did my most effective work. So it was no surprise that when I arrived at the Pinecone office on...
Most of the stories around here start off with a certain disclaimer, about how the characters are fictional. "Any resemblance to persons real or fictional", you know how it goes. I can't do that here. What I can do is state that all the people in this story have had their names changed, along with all the locations. This story is mostly true, it would be far...