People are held back from the door by a low fence; I see Chris standing and I run in his direction. "Aster!" he shouts, and holds out his arms. I almost run the trolley into some of the other people, but I don't care. Once beyond the fence, I just leave my luggage and drop myself in his arms, my face against his chest. And I cry. Why do I cry? I hear the...
CHAPTER THREE: Blinkers off "JJ, if you're not down here in exactly two minutes, I'm feeding your breakfast to the dog!" Jennifer Morris shouted up the stairs for the third time this morning. Her 16-year-old daughter didn't have school today, they were not due back following half-term until Monday, but Friday always was Jennifer's cleaning day and, come he...
CHAPTER NINE. MONDAY. Tim paints and later practices boules with Paul. When he awoke, he felt that something was wrong with the bed: it felt different, harder, and did not smell of Sab. He sat up with an effort and realised that he was not in her bedroom. He staggered over to the window, where dazzling fingers of sunlight were shining in through the crack...
THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY Evening, all. There's nothing like an old time copper . . . or, at least, there's nothing like the fun and games the old time coppers used to get up to. This is the way it used to be when PC stood for Police Constable instead of Political Correctness. --------------------------------- When I see the crap that...
It was a Sunday lunchtime in early June when Millie decided it was time to make her big announcement, but as it was Millie, it had to be done in her own inimitable fashion. I wasn't working that lunchtime; normally I always did the Sunday lunchtime shift. But for some reason that day I was playing darts with Philip, Barry (Jean's husband) and John. Some hol...
A note from the author: This is a long story, nine parts. I'll submit a part every other day so things won't get stale as you read. Most 'Loving Wives' readers like the "first person", but this is in the "third person". The concept and the story came upon me only gradually so it took a long time to write. The events below begin on a Friday night in Decemb...
Authors Note This story was written for the National Novel Writing Month 2011 in November of that year and was completed on November 29th 2011, although the editing took a little longer, hence the slight delay from finishing to publishing the book. The setting for this story is a small town in the Midlands and is expressly designed to be around seventy sho...
You can either blame or thank Waratah and Tennesseered for this one. ~~~~ One of my brother's favourite hobbies is whinging about how much farmer's whinge. It's worse when he's drunk or emotional, and on the day of my parents' wake, he was both. The mourners had all long since departed and it was just us kids and our partners. The food had been cleared...
He wasn't actually told 'don't go near Ella' but it was pretty much as near to that as possible. His landlady had told the thirty three year old school teacher that 'her down Traitors Lane' with the emphasis on 'HER', was trouble and he could see his new neighbours and numerous other villagers looking down their noses at the beautiful woman when she, very oc...
Five parts, all finished. Storeys: 1st floor (UK) = 2nd Floor (US), Ground Floor (UK) = 1st Floor (US). Some lifts (elevators?) in Britain are numbered 0 (Ground) upwards, and some according to US numbering. Makes life fun for us! All characters in sexual situations are over eighteen. ***** Chapter One The slim young woman was sitting on the carpet of...