As you can get used to anything, Christine soon got used to the life of a tavern wench although it would be longer before she could get as comfortable with the metal `T' frame. This was strapped to her back by two shoulder straps and a waist strap and lay tightly against her spine. Two bent flat metal arms were rivetted to this that came out sideways to her...
Spring was beginning to assert itself. The days were warming nicely but the evenings still held the frosty remnants of winter. The terror of Cletus and Nadeen was quickly receding into a distant memory, especially after the e-mail from Moon Dog's source inside the FBI arrived informing them that Cletus had been positively identified as the lone gunman in a C...
Where Sir Douglas begins to search for the killer of Susan and makes some progress. Sir Douglas strode down the corridor in a very thoughtful mood. He had been very impressed with Onna's handling of Chelsea's "introduction" to their very exclusive "Society". Chelsea had not seen him, but he had been in the rear of the crowd, observing the goings on. He had...
As soon as we walked away from the Androdyne demonstration room, I ordered the robot to put on Roger's coat and hat. I pulled the hat over his face. "Let's play a game. I'm will call you Roger. When I call you by that name you will make an appropriate response." "Do you want sex, Mistress?" the robot replied. "Okay, say nothing." The robot nodded his he...
Chapter 5: Meeting Henrietta and the trip home The next day was Thursday. Brian took us for a tour of the property next door. He first took us to the antique shop that also served as the office. "This room and the smaller bedroom were once filled with teddy bears," he said, as we stood in what had been the living room of the small house. "We lived here whe...
Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction and contains scenes of a sexual nature. It includes characters that are copyrighted by Paramount Pictures. No copyright infringement is intended with this story. While the characters are the intellectual property of Paramount, the story is of my own making and imagination. :) Warning: If you are below the legal v...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = It's so nice to be insaneNo one asks you to explainRadio by your side, Angie Baby Angie Baby, you're a special ladyLiving in a world of make-believeWell, maybe...Well, maybe... From the song "Angie Baby" written by Alan O'Day and sung by Helen Reddy in 1974 This series of stories is inspired fro...
We were walking along Thames Street in downtown Newport RI. A tourist trap if ever there was one. A street full of little shops and such with the occasional fisherman’s bar thrown in for good measure and a LOT of restaurants. I had on slacks and a Polo shirt, Ellen, well Ellen had on a button up dress, heels and a smile. The dress was white, with brown butt...
Sorry about the delay, but I wanted to make this chapter longer so I waited a few more days to post. Enjoy! —Dragon_13 As Cadogan set down the food, Kara inhaled the aroma and a memory came back to her, when her parents were still alive. She was sitting at the table, banging her fork and knife up and down in each hand in excitement. Today was her birthd...
It had been almost eight years since we had said our goodbyes. The time that we were together was like nothing else. It was love and lust, it was life, it was strength and tears and passion and hate and depth and loss and rebirth. It was something that mere words could never justifiably describe. Yet in the end, we knew it was over and that it was time that...