It was done. She'd put her hands around to her back to unclasp her bra but then she'd stopped and come over and pulled her drapes shut. I know she didn't see me. I had my lights off and my window was just one of a whole bank of them in a high rise across a city street canyon from her high rise. She did this nearly every evening. First the uniform and then th...
Chapter 3: Calling Home Arthur really couldn't read the Danubian newspaper, but to pass the time before trial he started looking through the pictures. There were photographs of floods and fires as well as weather forecast graphics and comics like any other newspaper. But when Arthur found the front page it made him cringe, below the bold headline was a cri...
Mark rolled out of bed as the phone rang. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he struggled to reach the phone. “Good morning” he croaked. My God Mark, is that you?” Stan asked. “What are you doing at home, its midday?” When Mark did not reply he raised his voice, “what’s wrong?” “What did you get up to last night?” “Mate you won’t believe what’s happ...
Chapter 4: Meeting the Tourists Arthur smiled in spite of himself. Even though he was expected to do the chores; there was a sense of accomplishment in fixing up his host's place. His new home was still... rustic but after a couple weeks of work the yard was mostly cleared of junk, the lawn was mowed, and the house would be ready for painting by the weekend...
"Are you okay, Jamie?" I asked, putting down my drink. "You look as though your mind has been on something else all night." "It's just some dumb problem, Heather," Jamie replied and took another gulp of ale. "It's pretty embarrassing to bring up." Jamie was my old friend from college. However, since the two of us graduated a couple of years ago, the two...
"Shh David, someone's coming." "OK but why are we hiding in the walk-in wardrobe, there is no other way out?" "What about the ceiling access hole above, Dave?" "You reach up and I'll hold you." "Look here, on the shelf, in this bag, there is something shiny ,cold and metal...whoa, look, handcuffs and leg cuffs." "This lady is kinky, she might like a litt...
Elisa drove down the road, the panic long ago dwindling into decisive action. It had been three days since she last heard from her husband Maxwell. The police say that they have looked with little success for the missing middle aged man. If she was ever going to see her husband again, she would have to find him herself. She pulled into the motel, the last p...
Chapter One: A Meeting with a Dominatrix My name is Joyce-Lynne I am a 26 year old Criminal Defence Lawyer working for what I consider a good firm in Sydney Australia. I have had quite a few successes in my short career and have just been given a weird case. My senior partner wants me to defend a woman accused of the murder of a politician in bizarre circum...
Copyright Oggbashan April 2005 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * * * * * Three or four times a year a sign saying 'Auditions' u...
Once again I must thank my LadyCybelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. Without those two wonderful people I don't think I would still be posting. As always I must also add that I can't leave a story alone. I could well have added some cock-ups after they have seen it and before it gets posted. That s...