Mulligans is the sort of pub you'd keep a secret. Warm and snug, the soft light embracing dark brown wood, and a pint of Guinness that's only Nectar of the Gods. In a hectic world of pace and change, it remains sober, steadfast and demure. "Holy Christ," he says with feeling, as the Barman places a frothy pint within his grasp. I drag my eyes from the raci...
© Copyright 2006, 2007 Chapter 8—Interlude On Sunday night James took Vicki to dinner at a restaurant in Corning. It was nice to relax out in the open, unconcerned about being observed. They spoke a little about James' worries over Reverend Chandler, but not much. Anything said would have expressed would be 'preaching to the choir'. They did make some pr...
Chapter 1; Eileen's Story My name is Tim Miller. Before I get into my story I need to set the background. First and foremost I am a nice guy. You know the type. I am the guy who coaches kids sports, helps out with scouts, works at science fairs, spends time with his family, and is fun at parties without scandal. I am well educated (a bachelors and two mas...
This is a disgusting story about a cock-sucker who triumphs in a way that wouldn't impress all people. But so what? She's a genius despite being a blonde. * * * * * CHAPTER 1 Unkindly earning the nickname of Princess Fellatio instead of College Queen for reasons it's unnecessary to promulgate, thus avoiding tarnishing her new reputation as being top grad...
SILVERTON, NEVADA -- PRESENT DAY: Barbara and Gina and their boyfriends Jerry and Paul walked out of the Bijou with the rest of Silverton's teenagers who'd taken part in the Halloween tradition of watching "The Rocky Horror Picture Show." All around them were people in costume, reciting lines from the movie and generally clowning and goofing in front of the...
September 16, 2014: Sometimes I wonder if my whole life is a caricature. Here I am, a cop in Boston, Irish name, Irish descent, sitting in an Irish bar, drinking beer with other Irish cops. Oh well, I guess that stereotypes have to come from somewhere. I had just closed the books on the Mel Trainor and Shea Gibson murder cases, after they'd been open for d...
By Likegoodwinecopyrighted February 2012 Here's the last installment of my story. There is almost no sex to speak of in this one. Enjoy! Thanks to Scalia for his patient editing. Your votes and constructive comments are appreciated, as they will help me grow. Chapter 6 As summer was in full swing and the golf season was all out, I had more occasions to s...
I had walked into my house shaking. I had a date, if that's the proper term, with an absolute Goddess the next morning. We met two days earlier, when my police duties took me to a routine vandalism call on a secluded cul-de-sac. Answering the door was this striking woman with red hair, green eyes, a firm tanned body and what seemed like the most luscious set...
Now, you're probably thinking that you really don't need any help not getting any. You may even believe that you know all you need to know about not getting any. I'd even venture to guess that you think you can go out to your favorite bar and not get any all by yourself. But I'm here to tell you that there are levels of not getting any that you haven't even...
It was a beautiful summer day. The sun was out and shining. The sky was blue, without a cloud to be seen. It was in the high 80s. George decided it would be a great time for a pool party and barbeque with a few of his close friends. He'd just moved into a flat with Kim, his girlfriend of several years. Getting her to move in with him was not easy. She was...