Chapter Three: Dan's POV As soon as Tina was off the phone I called Ben, my police lieutenant friend, telling him about Menard's visit and Tina's call. "Dan I'm sorry that all this shit's come down on you, I really am. You're a great guy and you don't deserve it. That asshole Menard... he deserves all those Colombians are planning and more. If I was playi...
This is the continuation of part 1. Readers would benefit from reading Part 1 but it is not necessary. The sex act to most women is an intimate relationship between her and her lover. The caring, attentive and effort all directly related to how deep they feel for each other and how and why they want to please. Marriage has not always the same impact as tha...
This is another part to the story of a beautiful American businesswoman (Elaine) who comes to Jamaica to relax and eventually ends up working in an island whorehouse to pay off a debt. The story began when her husband, Paul, and she arrived on a weekend to relax and enjoy time together before Paul left on a business trip that will require him to spend severa...
--Day 1-- Rob Walsh pounded on his steering wheel in frustration. It was already 6 p.m. and he had told Katy he was going to be home by six. The damned traffic on Highway 53 was backed up a mile from I35, and there was no exit he could take that was going to help get him home any quicker. It looked like there was still some construction going on at the junc...
My Aunt had been nagging my husband and I to come and visit for the better part of two years before we finally conceded defeat and headed out to the middle of bumfuck nowhere one late spring, Wednesday afternoon. Truthfully, Keith and I probably needed to get away. We'd spent seventeen years creating, growing a business that very nearly made it from 'small...
I had three telephone calls that night. After I got back from Rosie's house, I felt flat and empty. It was like a mood swing. At Rosie's I had felt optimism, euphoria and no inhibitions. Was I sliding towards that romantic state of falling in love with her? I thought about that. The psychologist in me took over. The feelings that I had were well known sym...
Summarizing what's already occurred: It was Thursday morning. My soon to be ex-wife Leslie Campbell had only been back a handful of days. I thought, 'So far so good.' I hadn't seen hide nor hair of her. Thank goodness my mom and dad hadn't bothered me about her, and neither had my children. They all knew how I felt. Sure I still loved her, I guess; I supp...
As I looked down at my best friend, big Bob, it was hard to believe the condition he was in. Just three days prior, this huge man was tossing logging chains around as though they were toys. A truck driver by trade, Bob was only thirty-five and could out work, out drink, and out fight men fifteen years younger than him. Just three days and now he is lying her...
This story is one of the Tales from The Shack, and is posted In LW to keep it with the others. While this works fine as a standalone, it is a follow on to the story "Monster." I typically don't write graphic sex into this story line and that remains true here. Special thanks to sbrooks103x and for editing and beta reading, and to Ckcppr and No1specific for b...
February Sucks: Forewarned By greenday0418 This my second contribution to George Anderson's February Sucks. Don't jump ahead as it is completely different than my first try; most of the story takes place before Feb. 29th. No one dies or gets beat up, but the main characters are all there, as well as the two unnamed couples getting names. I changed the time...