Rebuilding or is it Finito? Sam had no illusions that Linda had a few ulterior motives in her scheduling of workouts. When she could be sure that he was lifting weights she would show up in a thin leotard sans bra and panties. She would warm up and then run on the treadmill before using the weights and asking Sam to spot her. She usually opted for a white l...
Here's Chapter 2 (finally!). If I had been this bad at estimating schedules when I was a freelance tech writer, I'd be living under a highway bridge in Plaquemines Parish, Louisiana. But once again, my characters gave me the one-finger salute and did what they damn well pleased. So mea culpa, y'all, mea maxima culpa. I promise to try to do better. Ivan powe...
I pulled a pink negligee out of the dark oak dresser. The drawer is full of silk and lace. Naughty pieces of cloth to entice others to look on me with lust in their eyes. I held the cloth up in my hands and smiled. It was something I had bought from my favorite shop back in Mon Plaisar. A lacy one-piece, slit down past the navel. It didn't really offer my...
Dora got onto her bike, smiling at her good fortune. It had been raining on and off for the last few weeks, but today was gloriously bright and sunny... just perfect for a bike ride, her favorite form of exercise. Swinging her left leg over the saddle, she straddled the bicycle and pushed off, aware that the neighbour was staring. He had probably been waiti...
The voice was low and soft. "Scott, I need to talk to you." Without moving my head, which was staring at my screen, I said, "The Wicked Witch is here. What does she want?" "Scott, please, this is important. I promise to be good." "You have to do better than that. I need a date tonight or tomorrow night." "Scott! Quit fooling around. There is a VP from he...
Chapter Eleven The band spent four days making sure all was prepared and doing some practising, during which Annette played bass for a few pieces between her other duties, and promised to learn the other pieces when she had time. The tour began well. A development they had not expected was that Leo had negotiated with the BBC to do a documentary on the wor...
The Birthday Girl "I met this girl, her name is Shelly," Sullivan said as if testing me to see if I'd mock him somehow. This was not the overly confident Sully I knew so well. "Do tell," I said. This was a first; he'd never dropped a girl's name quite like this before. It was always something along the lines of describing the pickup, the seduction, (in gr...
© 2012 Brunne * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Many thanks to the many readers who voted and left such lovely comments on the chapters so far -- I hope you enjoy this one too. For those of you have read my other story, 'Under My Skin', this is Jarod's side of the story (best to start from Ch 01). - Brunne * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *...
A Sequel to Apartment 7 Has A Golden Ticket and Apartment 8 Has A Golden Ticket ***** Wednesday night at the Fawns Over Foxes Ladies Club Johnny B Good2night stepped through the curtain to the small backstage "launch pad". Breathing as if he had just ran a mile, he fanned himself with his call sheet, his shirt beneath his glittery velvet vest drenched in...
This is another story I wrote for the same contest as the previous one I submitted. I was hesitant about submitting this, fearing that someone would accuse me of plagiarism. It was written and completed about four years before an author wrote a novel about this very type of story, one that I have not had the chance to read myself. I'm submitting it 'as is',...