Sam and Marsha had been married for many years more than Sam's brother, Mike and his frigid wife, Tina. Both couples lived next to each other in a upscale rural neighborhood. The lots were large, five acres each. So, there was plenty of room between their houses. Both men worked in the family businesses, farming, fertilizer and a car lot. Mike was reserved....
Months passed. Becca had officially wrapped up her first semester in college, Fleur had transferred to another undergraduate program under some strange circumstances, and Erin and I were nearly finished with our schooling. Phew, that's a lot to take in. Fleur got to the be the intrigue award winner for the first time any of the sisters can remember, and dadd...
"You're not my son anymore and I'm not your father anymore." Dad said bluntly through the last of his eggs and toast. "So what did I do this time?" I asked. "You've been a terrible influence on Jon. He keeps cutting class and going to the mall. And the music. Same crap that you listen to," Dad said. He scraped the yellow off his plate. "That's not my fau...
This is the end of Summer 1971. Thanks to those who stuck it out, despite the technological problems that must have confused a whole lot of readers. Thanks to those at Lit for their help. If you are new to this story, I suggest you at least do a Evelyn Wood number on the earlier three parts so that things make sense. Better yet, read them all very carefully...
Comments and critiques always welcome. *** "It was unprofessional of me, but I did rub it in my assistants faces how well the mall and island went. Granted, the island wasn't my doing. Who knew Sean would stumble across a couple exhibitionist lesbians out there? The mall went even better than I expected though. He gave himself over almost immediately. Hop...
"Eternity is such a long time, Jack. So you'd had better fucking listen to my words." Listen to her words? Cheri was the one that wouldn't listen to reason, and now she was pointing that gun right at my nuts. I couldn't believe the sorry state my miserable ass was in at this very moment. Or, to be more exact, the miserable state my balls were in right now....
I settled into the airplane seat next to my friend Suzie and buckled up. It was a relief to be sitting still. The last twenty four hours had been hectic with preparation. Now we could relax for at least the length of the trip to the Caribbean. As we settled in we quietly had the conversation that we had been through a hundred times before. No, we're not le...
Mother thinks my lover hung the moon, because he handled all the arrangements to bury me. From the morgue to the over-sized coffin, she never had to do a thing. Never had to see the body, never had to sign a form. i had long ago granted power of attorney to my master. He swept in before she had a chance to think. He dealt with my meager estate, paid my bills...
***I was on the train and saw a guy holding a large painted self-portrait. He was tall, with dark hair, a choker collar and looked vaguely Asian. His painting conveyed both anger and sadness. This is how I imagined his story.*** Akira pulled out the folded piece of paper from his pocket. On a 24 inch by 36 inch canvas, depict How I See Myself in acrylic...
Summary: A cheerleader learns that bullying the wrong girl can have udderly awful consequences. Anyone who is under the age of 18, along with anyone offended by stories of a sexual nature or containing sexual situations or offended by the idea of mind control in any fashion, please do not read this story. Author's Note -- I just want to say, thank everyone...