Chapter One: Before the magic, there was plain old booze ***** Looking back, Amy and Jane must have been more than a little tipsy that entire weekend, right after their college graduation. It really is the only explanation for most of the events that led to the night that changed their lives. But let's start from the beginning. They had been friends thei...
1PM, another 4 hours of work to the end of the week and the start of a weekend without my menopausal wife around since she, her best friend Laurie and a few of their friends were having a "girl's weekend" at a luxury spa compliments of her employer. I couldn't wait to hit my favorite bar, a very popular local band was playing tonight and there would be a few...
In a land far away and long. long ago there in a small village close by the great wood there lived a girl called Elaine. She lived with her step mother who was surprisingly, and against all the odds in a fairy tale, not wicked. Elaine, and many of the local woodcutters did notice however that her step mother had a wicked grin and equally wicked curves whic...
**** Final score This chapter involves 18-year-old Megan and her 42-year-old mother, Karen, plus Megan's black-bred cousins, Chelsea, 18, and Jennifer, 22, along with their similarly pregnant mother, Katie, 40, (Karen's sister and Megan's aunt). Eight different but ultimately related events are described in subtitled sections. The chapter picks up wher...
Author's Note: Sorry it's taken me a while to get this story up, been some events in my life that have distracted me. One of them was learning that someone has taken some of my stories and put them on another site without my permission. Now I have met some slime balls in my life, but to take some one elses hard work and basically try to pass it off as their...
(Dear Readers, As I am trying to complete Adorable Woman – Part II, this story came up as one, which a maid told the mother. This couldn't be included in the main story, as it is too long as a side story. So, I am publishing this story as an independent one. I do hope you like it and vote. I apologise to a specific section of readers who do not like using B...
OK, as a black man, I grew up going to church every week. My grandma would have us in there every day. But unlike most men, I kept going. It soothes me. But I only go to multicultural churches. Black churches last too long. You are home eating dinner while the Black Church is still picking up yet another offering. At any rate, I go to church, I even go to...
Note: Some of the earlier incidents of this story are covered in Ulyssa's version of my story. I wish to thank her for kindly proofreading this story for me and for offering some valuable assistance. Portions of this story are used with Ulyssa's permission. TCD "Hey, Mrs D," one of the company receptionists buzzed me. "There's a call for you. The lady says...
CHAPTER 1 We were twin brothers but far from identical. I am Derek. The older he got, the more Clive resembled the photos of Dad, and the young photos of Grandad D (Dad's dad), chunky and square. It was a shame Dad was not around to see it, but Grandma D (Dad's mum) was and doted on him, though she was always kind to me. I was more slender and oval faced a...
NOTES My name is Barbara McPherson, and I'm here in this Starbucks Coffee Shop to meet with Nancy Roberts, my father's former home health nurse. Dad passed away last month, and Mom has been gone for about a year. I was already sitting at a table with my coffee when I saw Nancy come in. I waved and she waved back, and then went to the counter to order her...