Three hours later, after driving past huge groves of orange trees, we arrived in Santa Monica and saw a large pier with the sign "Route Sixty-six ends here." I had made it. A warm sense of triumphant came over me for driving the entire historic route from Chicago. I wanted to walk on the boardwalk and enjoy the liveliness, but was afraid Carla and I would be...
Click Here for Audio Part 1. Click Here for Audio Part 2. Click Here for Audio Part 3. Click Here for Audio Part 4. Click Here for Audio Part 5. * * * * * Crack. The twig snapped under her foot like a firecracker. She stopped. Listening intently for sounds of pursuit. All was quiet. She hurried on. Why hadn't she listened to her friends and stayed in the...
LVIDance the Night AwayIris2055 Iris knew the risk she was taking, of course, as did all her friends. Who didn't? The terms of the State of Emergency imposed on the citizens of the Kingdom of England were spelt out clearly and unambiguously. All public gatherings of a hundred or more people were banned without special dispensation and this included events o...
The name is Seraphim Joseph. A big and tall Black man of Haitian descent living in the town of Nepean, Province of Ontario. I attend nearby Algonquin College, where I'm taking up the Program of Police Foundations. I want to work for the Ontario Provincial Police someday. After I graduate from Algonquin College, I'm heading straight to Carleton University. I...
I was just cruising along when I spotted the party. There were a dozen or so young women having a bit of a party at the park and being a little noisy with it. I pulled over and strolled across to check it out. The girls had obviously had a barbecue and a few drinks. They were a little tipsy but only a little. All of them seemed to be at the happy stage and...
Claudia was sitting at the breakfast table eating a chocolate croissant when she heard the knock on the door. Instead of getting up to answer it, she only kept her eyes planted on the book that was in her hand. Thick enough to be used as a doorstop, the book was a true crime novel about a murder spree that had been committed by a small-town couple back in...
PROLOGUE: THEIR LAST DAY February 29, 1988, leap day of a leap year, and the day Jay's life leaped into Hell. The day started out fine. It was a Monday so he went to school. Jay was seven years old, in second grade, and lived in a suburban town outside Columbus, Ohio. When he came home from school that day he was lovingly greeted by his mom as usual. Jay's...
This is the fourth in my ongoing series of Batgirl stories, in which I try to explore the developing sexuality of her everyday counterpart, Barbara Gordon and her relationships with those around her, hopefully with a dash of excitement thrown in, for good measure. Grateful thanks to all those readers who have sent me feedback containing their suggestions and...
"You see Your Honor, I have a very busy schedule, what with matins, vespers, two daily services and four on Sunday. In between I must hear the confessions of our parishioners, hold private blessings, and I must consecrate the water. And when all that is finished I must attend the nuns." "Attend the nuns?" the judge asked leaning forward in his chair...
The day wasn't going well for Jennifer; she was late for her appointment and now heavy traffic on the motorway had reduced her progress to a crawl. She drummed her fingers fretfully on the steering wheel and shifted around in her tight fitting business skirt. To make matters worse it was an extremely warm day and the car air conditioning system wasn't workin...