Thanks to techsan for his editing. * THE PARTY I didn't really want to go – I thought it would be more romantic to sit in my houseboat on Richardson Bay in Sausalito and do what loving, engaged couples do. You know, a quiet dinner, a suitable wine and a few hours of "sweet nothin's." But no, it wasn't meant to be. I could see right away by the way...
NO NEED FOR AN APOLOGY One thing that was true of Avery's city was this: it never slept. Early morning. Late night. Middle of the afternoon. There was always noise. People speaking in various languages. Klaxons blaring in the air. It was a venerable nexus of different cultures, peoples, and ideals. People were both angry and friendly. It was Monday, the sta...
I don't own Spider-Man or Batgirl or any other characters or places Marvel and/or DC related. I make no profit from this work. CHAPTER ONE: Before Sunrise It wasn't an easy climb up the trellis. Barbara Gordon had been Batgirl for little over a year, and as the nights wore on, she'd gotten better and better at scaling the trellis to her bedroom window af...
After dropping Priya off at her house next door, Donna and I showered and crawled into bed, I laid there, wide awake for a while looking at the ceiling. It occurred to me that I had forgotten to remove Jacob's surveillance camera from the ceiling fan. I glanced up at it as I thought, 'Oh well, fuck it. I'll get it tomorrow'. I knew the camera was infrared so...
I look up from my book, startled by the clomping of boots on the porch of the hideaway to which I was brought last night to fulfill a promise. Situated on a dirt road, miles from the main highway that snakes through this range of the Appalachian Mountains, so remote are we that the electrical grid barely stretches here and cable TV and cell phone service are...
1 Frank Frank Tattrie is unique among the unique. Frank is a wiry, long haired, bearded, six four hillbilly who always wears a Red Fox hat. You know the kind where he just skinned and cured the fox with all its parts bunched it up and put it on his head, He added two black beady glass eyes that stare at you. You don't know weather to look into Frank's eyes...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now 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...
(Part 1) LAJORIA Day 1 10:50p.m. (school) Tuesday Rrrriiiinnnnnggggg!!!! The school bell rung to begin first lunch and I grabbed my books and left my Calculus class. I headed downstairs to my locker then to the lunchroom. “LaJoria!” a familiar voice yelled up from behind. I turned around to find Tyrell Isaiah Jordan b.k.a. Black a.k.a. Rell, the school’...
I would like to thank everyone for their patience in waiting for this chapter while I was recuperating. Your kind emails and words of encouragement really made me smile when I needed it the most. To my editor, hcsd1710 there are no words to thank you for your help and encouragement not only for the story but being there for me when I needed someone to talk t...
Finding Mistress Arlene soppingwetpanties This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 y...