Authors note: Each of my Sally stories are based on actual happenings. However, I do take liberties in filling in around the edges. Each Sally story is written to stand alone and they are not in consecutive order based on any time line. * Teaching school is a respected profession. However, in the early 1980's in Florida it was not a well paid profession....
I sat in the back of the classroom as I had 10 years earlier, but this time the roles were a little different. As a “parent” I was now on the adult side of parent/teacher night. But I still felt awkward and out of place. Everyone else here was older and seemed more at ease; I had already twice been mistaken for a student. I got tired of explaining that it wa...
Chapter 10: Mission Accomplished?? We now have plenty of time. The tension seems to have left the warehouse. I am relieved. Harris sits back, gratified for a job well done. Elizabeth just seems defeated. And Chano? "He went to get something to eat, Boss." "What, again?!" "He says he gets hungry when he's nervous." Harris smiled, enigmatically. "He says...
I was exceedingly grateful that I had never considered an alarm clock to be a necessity. Glowing digits calmly informed me that I had slept in several hours past my usual time, which, judging by the aches that seemed to permeate my entire body, was for the best. The injuries from the fight were fairly minor, although rib damage was rarely pleasant. Be that a...
Dave had decided to finish work early. It had been a tough day and he had resolved to cut his losses, so to speak, and go home. As he started his car and pulled out of the office parking lot and into the main stream of afternoon traffic, an idea struck him. It was 4.30pm and his wife Anna should now be finishing her day teaching gym at the local college. Dav...
By: Col. Brunhilda 'Iceberg' Buriman, ret. Sorority Sister of Pi Loda Cum Chapter Eight: Faithinwhat "As promised, Harriette," Father Costanzo replied, stepping out from behind a curtain with what appeared to be a small leather billfold tucked under one arm. He was wiping his hands with a wet rag, attempting to free his hands of what looked like chocolate...
What's there to do when you've got the winter blues? I know, how about staying home and knitting? The name is Tiffany Evelyn Singleton, and I'm a young woman living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. My friends call me T.E. I'm twenty seven years old, born under the sign of the Aquarius, and I attend Carleton University. I went back to school after...
My assignment in Den Haag now being completed. I had handed back my rented apartment in Den Haag; enjoyed a cruise holiday in the Baltic with Knut, and moved to Southampton. Prior to taking up an assignment with a company that specialised in the management of clean-up operations for oil and chemical spill; but not starting for a further four weeks. I was i...
Stiletto heels clacking, hugging a tablet computer to conceal the jiggle of her D-cup breasts, Brandee Coleman hurried down the hallway toward her office. She could feel the pale skin of her face and neck flushing with arousal. She was agitated and craved privacy. Once safely behind her office door, she stripped off her lab coat, tossed the iPad on her des...
"Come, Kady." Dr. Rivera beckoned me into his empty classroom. The overhead lights were off; the only light was the yellow glow of the green desk lamp from his desk. I almost lost my nerve but entered and closed the door behind me. It was only four and Dr. Rivera's art history class didn't start until six. I was overcommitted and failing. I'd tried to drop...