What? You've never had duck? Let's make a date, my house, Saturday night, 7 p.m. Wear something casual. I age the duck. Clean it, split it, remove the backbone (which I save for the gravy ... see below), make small gashes in its skin (don't go into the muscle!), salt it down, put it on top of a rack, and let it sit in a cool place about 4 days. Fridge in...
In 1999, I was working for a large technology consulting firm. I was working for a client located in Geneva, Switzerland. I flew business to either London or Paris, from where I took a private jet provided by the client to fly from there to Geneva. The project was 3 months. After two months, my assistant booked me in First Class on Air France and booked me a...
Our marriage and family relationship continued to evolve as the children grew older. While we both loved all the children, and they loved us, the bonds grew stronger between certain pairs. For example, Brittany and Shavonda had grown very close. And Ethan, while he was also close to Shavonda, felt I could do no wrong. Miracle also gravitated towards me more...
The small Cessna touched down on the remote Hawaiian Island of Molokai, kicking up dust and sand as it bounced across the breaking concrete landing strip, high on the western plateau. Raymond Boulder and his bride of almost twenty five years, Debbie, were going to celebrate their silver anniversary in paradise. Stepping out of the plane they were met by a pa...
The Housers and the Indrabooty's congregated around a large oak dining table as Dayna Houser brings the finishing touches from the kitchen. On one lengthy side sat Caleb Houser with Molly to his left. His brother Nathan to her right. Across from them sat Marjorie in front of Caleb. Her Husband Sahseej to her right and young Kayla Houser to his right. At t...
Author's note: Chapter 1 of 13. Thank you Tim413413 for selfless editing. Thank you Lori for talking me out of not throwing this away. If it sucks, at least I have someone to point at and say 'It's her fault.' That is too much pressure. If it sucks, it's my own fault. ***** Treasure hunting is my favorite pastime. Some people like antiques, some cars and o...
The tall exotically beautiful woman stood outside the entrance to the jail waiting patiently in the fine misting rain. Her name was Shantanaya but most of those who knew her called her 'Tanaya. Finally the small door set into the larger doors opened and 'Tanaya watched as a rather large huskily built guy emerged from the door. He paused and glanced around be...
It was 3 PM on a Thursday evening. The day drew on and on with the end seemingly nowhere in sight. Being a correctional officer at the super max prison buried 3 miles under the Rocky Mountains outside of Boulder, Colorado was an extremely demanding job, even for Marcos: A raging mythological beast of a man. Standing six feet two inches at the top of his head...
Copyright 2007. All Rights Reserved. * At the corner of the bar of the Liberty saloon the woman sat alone, marking time. Above the whiskey and gin bottles the calendar with artwork of an inadequately garbed Hedy Lamar announced the early days of April, 1944 were slipping into history. The taproom swarmed with soldiers in uniform, awaiting the day when ship...
I slipped her t-shirt off, she pulled off her bra and I grabbed hold of her tits. With both hands caressing and digging into titty flesh, I pushed her back to lay over the couch, while we were kissing. Our tongues tangled in a heated dance, while I pushed her hands back over her head and she gripped the couch. Her breasts stretched wider and pushed forward...