This story was originally published in 2007 as Quartet, Jenny. It has been edited and improved (I hope). I'll let you, the reader, be the judge of its quality. * On a particularly warm, sunny Saturday afternoon in July, Tom Blanton met Jenny McGuire at Ingrid and Steve Inhalt's house party. It was a small party with only eighteen invited guests. The excuse...
I'm not sure why we called it "the game," but somehow it just stuck. It was also possible to refer to it in mixed company without arousing too many suspicions, and I think that may have been it's biggest selling point. Michelle suggested it, claiming she knew several women who complained of inferior hook-ups and selfish men. I guess she had been bragging abo...
Bernadette was the model of simultaneous success and happiness. She hadn't heard the old adage, "Find something you love to do and figure out a way to get paid to do it," by the time she was in college, but she figured it out for herself. While she was working and working out at the school gym, she thought that she could be happy with a similar situation onc...
Chapter 26: Jason the Alpha Male: I am Jason, Hear my Roar! The next couple of weeks were heaven and I tag-teamed Megan and Shannon all the time. Often we would meet at their home and before I could count to ten they would rip my clothes off and I would be involved in some heavy mother-daughter action. My little harem also showed a united front as they a...
"Hey," Carrie said, her voice coming from the computer speaker. I could see she was tired despite the poor quality of the picture. I felt my chest tightened. "Hello beautiful!" I said with a forced smile, trying to sound upbeat. God I missed her! "How have you been?" "Lonely," she replied. "Me too," I sighed, no longer smiling or making the attempt to se...
Note: The song lyrics are not mine. I've only quoted them. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I stood at the door of Luke's room the next morning, shifting my weight from one foot to another while debating whether to go in or not. For goodness' sake, he wasn't naked, but that flimsy vest was next to nothing. His other half was under the covers. Did he...
It was a hammer blow to my upper left chest. I clutched at it with my right hand. The ATC slowed rapidly, pitching me forward against the force of the blow, but not enough to keep me from flying off the bike. I landed on my back. The pain was excruciating. Heart attack? No, the hand clutching my chest felt sticky hot wetness. Blood! I had been shot! I lay i...
© 2016 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts her moral right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. * * * It was Julie's face again. Julie, sc...
Miranda moved to the group on the right. She made it clear she just wanted to stop and say hello. 'Stop' took on a much quicker meaning since she saw the look on Amy's face. She worried there would be a confrontation, but she had no way of knowing how much Amy knew, she just knew she knew something. Someone bought her a drink, and she was determined to leave...
Monday we drove to Minneapolis. I ask Britt if she'd like to drive since we were taking her car. "Nope, I get to sit in the wifey seat while my hubby drives, just like I always dreamed it would be." We checked into the airport Hilton. Britt was blown away by the luxury of the room. For supper I took Britt to a restaurant in the downtown area of Minneapol...