"Doc, I keep having naughty dreams in which I get tied up and spanked," Farzana Zadegan said with a sigh, as she sat inside Dr. Constantin Mathieu's office. Located in the south end of metropolitan Montreal, Quebec, the good Doctor's psychiatric practice was sandwiched between a spa, a seedy bookstore, a Caribbean restaurant and a Western Union money mart. N...
I saw my soon to be mistress, Christie, in the courtyard at the beginning of the following week. She sat across from me at my table and talked as I ate. "Can you get away from here for the last half of your day on Thursday?" She asked. I told her that I probably could. She told me the name of the hotel that she reserved and said that she had already taken...
It was late Thursday afternoon when Janis, my secretary, stuck her head in the door and said, "Your four o'clock appointment is here and I'm getting ready to take off. Remember you said I could go home early today." Damn! I had forgotten about Mrs. Russell. Tomorrow and Monday were holidays and I was looking forward to getting an early start on the long wee...
It felt like the worst day ever, as I left the office and wound my way on to 6th Ave west out of downtown Denver. My boss had informed me, that I would be getting a partner to work with, starting tomorrow. I have always been a solo act. I trouble shot marketing issues with a whole variety of companies from clothing to wind turbines. I was a leader in the fie...
Greetings all; in my stories my characters exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for some of them. Who knows? This is my contribution to the private dick genre. ~ Preface. To all that know her Celia Wheatstraw was the epitome of charm, grace and propriety in every area of her life. She's a tall blonde, with a swimmers body, nice jui...
Chapter 50 Pleasure, Always Pleasure After learning that Jon was paying little attention to Bernie, and that she had resorted to fucking the lawn-boy, Joe had decided a frontal attack would make her his, and had rung the bell to her home around eleven one morning. "Why, Joe Marcolina, as I live and breathe," Bernie had gushed, pleased as punch to see Val'...
Chapter 7 Hero to the Rescue This story is a work of fiction only. Any chance resemblance to actual people or events is purely accidental. When we had left the room, Janny grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. She said, "I'm proud of you. I don't believe in violence because I've seen what it can do to people. But you were willing to stand up for people y...
"You could say I was slumming it when I found her, and you'd almost be right. I was chasing some two bit clown supposedly cheating on his wife when I strolled into some stinking hole of a bar. For a wrinkled twenty the bartender directed me to the alley where my client's husband was supposedly entertaining some drunk blond. By the time I quietly slip...
The tall, lanky man walked into the bar and immediately started scanning the patrons. He was ruggedly handsome and was wearing a plaid shirt, jeans and cowboy boots. No hat to hide his wavy grey speckled hair. Standard attire for this Country and Western bar. Even though he saw the woman he was looking for, he waited off to the side of the bar where he could...
Sheridan Lockwood followed the evidence and came here, to the closed Schuyler Concert Hall on the campus of Charlotte State College. His client just wanted answers, and now he believes he could find them here. A ghost appeared on stage, a young man well-dressed and standing straight. A panicked look on his face. When Lockwood approached, he sensed the angu...