Part 2: Café Aphrodite This is the 2nd part of a 6 part story. Please read The Cottage –Arrival before reading this part. Once again special thanks to TRCIII for all of his help. I awoke the next morning to the aroma of bacon. I lay there for a few seconds, remembering the day before. I don't think I have awoken so horny in my life. Food was about the fart...
Harry O'Hern was rather depressed. He couldn't back down as if they married which was an outside possibility, it would be disastrous if Sierra Bycroft noted any weakness in him over this impasse as Sierra being Sierra would exploit it. He was sure Sierra had intended to give him a wrist slap, almost in jest, about his crudely written desire but somehow it...
Elie got a telephone call early in the morning. "You got to be kidding me. She did? Who said? No way, he is impossible. I did not even know." Elie put the phone down. Xena asked, "Who was that Elie?" "I am forbidden to say until the appointed time." Albert was right, there was a lot of secrecy around. Elie was on cloud 9. The Doc later that day gave Elie...
"I didn't expect to see you up before noon." From his slouched position at the cherry oak kitchen table in Jean's leased house, Aidan squinted open one eye and scowled at his friend. He felt like hell. His head was pounding and he had the worst case of cottonmouth in recent memory. Taking in Aidan's disheveled state, Jean laughed good-naturedly. "Too muc...
Zanarkand Marina Jecht's houseboat was the least maintained of all the vessels in the Zanarkand Marina. It was overdue for a reseal, the underside crusted in Sinscale spines, the sails were ripped, the lines frayed and all of the internal machina was rusty. The inside fared no better. The tidal wave from the Sin attack 3 years ago and a malfunctioning pu...
Chapter 7: Cancer, Jace Pure, thank you for the edit. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Hard-shelled sympathetic Cancer Who changes like a changeful season? Holds fast then lets go without a reason? Who is there to give adhesion? To Cancer? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Jace relaxed, her shoulders on the soft pillow so that her head was raised a bit over her supine body. Glancing down at her nak...
The week of her 13th birthday, Sandra decided to become a model. Her mom subscribed to numerous fashion magazines and had herself been a runway model years before Sandra's birth. Sandra took a dispassionate look at herself in the mirror and decided that she would never be tall enough to model high fashion, but she was determined to work in front of a camera...
At the age of 40 I found myself without personal direction. I had a pretty good job working the evening shift at the Kennedy Space Center and it was going well but my personal and financial life was in a shambles. My wife of 17 years decided to divorce me and the judge ruled in her favor most of the time. That left me without a home and few resources to get...
Melvin stood inside of Courtney’s apartment and wondered how he’d gotten himself into such a mess. Here he was, finally getting lucky with women, and it had already come back to bite him firmly on the ass. Last week, he wouldn’t have been able to get half a dozen women to talk to him (let alone anything more), but in the small time frame of the last two days...
The ritual was carried out in exacting detail. First he drew the chalk outlines, so carefully that he only marked an inch with every minute that passed. It took him five hours. Then the ululations, strange and ill-shaped words that didn't fit in his mouth, that made his throat feel like a gasoline engine turning over and revving up. He spoke those for two ho...