REPORTING -8 CANCUN AND BRING ME THE MONEY This is the continuation of the Reporting series and it also continues to mesh with other series dealing with Houston and its somewhat mature and occasionally irrational residents. In some cases irrational is an understatement, money does that to some people and it is up to you to make up your own mind on the desi...
Once again, I found myself onboard an airliner on my way to Europe. This time was a little different because I wasn't flying with my wife Jane, but was flying with our friends Astrid and Axel who were returning home to Sweden. Axel just had his PhD in physics conferred upon him and was on his way to Uppsala, Sweden to take up a teaching post at the universit...
Jill, Kim, and Joe helped get the home in its polished entertainment grandeur. Ashley was the last to work on finishing up getting ready for the events starting early in the evening. There was a knock on the front door, and the group downstairs looked at each other. A few things were odd. Nobody they knew well would knock, let alone on the front door. Also,...
Bag lady earns more money on bottles and cans on Earth Day than she ever imagined she would. Walking with her head down and avoiding eye contact while trying to remain inconspicuously anonymous, the bag lady pushed a wobbly wheeled shopping cart down the alleyway. With the noisy cart heralding her approach from one hundred yards away, as if moving a canon t...
This chapter is not meant to stand alone. Please begin at the first chapter to appreciate this tale. Friday, October 26 At 2:00am CDT the earth shifted on its axis. Scott was inside Carol for the third time this evening and was coming in her womb as she shuddered, sighed, and said "I Love You, Scott, I Love You," and came. Mary Claire and Erin, who was o...
In 1936 they had their first and only real success. The agency had been consulting with people who had been involved with Eastern disciplines and finding a certain agreement among them that great power was accessed in the "chakras" of the lower spine. "Svadhishthana" they called it. Great human potential could be unlocked through this region. People who had...
"Who's that," I said, as we walked down the hall. "Her? You can't afford her," said Marissa. "Besides you've got a date with a switch. So, let's try to focus shall we?" she said. "Yes, yes of course ma'am," I said. For the price of $100 an hour, once a month for the past year, I had had the extreme pleasure of having my hide tanned real good by Marissa. In...
*Author's note: This story is based on my own very real personal experiences. The last woman I slept with before I married my now ex-wife was not only married herself but devoutly religious and a pastor's daughter. She was roughly my age at the time, and wrestling with the same doubts as the older, female pastor's wife in this fictional story. I also inclu...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Angel Even with her eyes closed, she could still detect the glare of the sun through her eyelids. The humid heat that it generated, as its rays beat down on the sub-tropical forest below, encompassed her naked body as if she was in a sauna. Angela Black was hot, sweaty and loving every minute of it. She loved the freedom of being totally naked, and she wa...