Chapter 48 – Aftermath of the news special. Photo session Matt shook his head and said, "Willow, I knew you did the news and worked at the station. I love you. BUT I had no idea that you were this courageous or brilliant. You are FABULOUS. That broadcast was mind-blowing." Rod Minchen nodded. "Willow, this may get you an Emmy or Murrow Award for investigat...
Chapter 52 - At the end of the following year The next year flew by for everyone in The Circle. Willow and Darrell had moved to New York City, taking Ariana with them. Willow made it back to Dillonville six times during the year with the baby, who by then was approaching four years old. We saw Willow on the evening news almost every night; she was prominen...
There is someone for everyone. Isn't there? Never married or in a serious relationship, Gary worked five days a week and half a day Saturday in a machine shop. He had been employed there for 15 years, since he graduated from high school. It was a good job with a good wage, benefits, and overtime, and as much as the routine drove him mad after a while, he ne...
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Meet the Lutz family. Well, that's their legal name, anyway. Most people who know them refer to them by their nickname: the Slut family. Marsha Lutz is a widow, 42 years old, and the very definition of a MILF. Her husband died almost ten years ago -- probably from exhauation -- leaving her to raise their twin boys and one daughter. Marsha's husband left her...
Sci-fi... science fiction. The very word conjures to mind spaceships, intergalactic civilization, laserbeams and robots. Or, maybe it just conjues up images of slightly overweight nerds in glasses who are obsessed with TV shows and live in their parents basement. Which is unfortunate, even if there is some grain of truth in it. I'll admit it. I'm a little n...
It had been a long week. The latest project deadline was yesterday, but it wasn't finished until this morning. My boss was jumping down my throat even though the delays were caused a week ago by the customer (but that doesn't matter). Thankfully it was now done and it was the weekend. I turn off my phone, not wanting to be bothered at all. I head to the livi...
The new apartment was fine. Not nice, not really great, it was fine. By now Burton had lived in enough three-flat buildings in this city to recognize that they were all basically the same-- a living room up front with big windows, skinny hallway with a dining room and bathroom along one side, then a kitchen and the bedroom in back. The long narrow lots prett...
I love Batman. I hate Batman. No wonder I'm considered criminally insane. But it's not my fault. Batman, you see, is the most handsome and sexy man in the entire world, the perfect match for... Me. I'm Selena Kyle, a.k.a. the Catwoman, probably the greatest genius of this century, and oh by the way I have the best body too. But Batman is queerer than ca...
Your name is David. You live on your own, in a small flat in the centre of the city. You are 23 years old, 5 foot 10 inches tall, and you wear geeky looking glasses. This morning you were walking back from the bank when you spotted an old woman who had just dropped all her shopping. Deciding you had time, you went over and helped load her shopping back into...