Many thanks to Sexy_Curves for helping me write this story! * "I sense there is still much more to your story, child. Please, continue. It is imperative that you reveal just how far down the path to hell you have gone, so that our Lord may give you enough strength to return to Him." He snuck a peak at the tape recorder, which was still rolling. Plenty of...
When we married, a civil ceremony, I had the feeling that the lady who managed the ceremony was not so happy to see another of "our girls" who married a foreigner. She was pleasantly surprised to see that "the foreigner" REALLY spoke Russian. Not only because so there was no need for an interpreter. I was proud of it, as if my man had learned the language on...
All day at work you're feeling nervous, because today is the day. As soon as you clock off you're heading down to see Roman, your incredibly talented Russian tattooist to put the finishing touches to the masterpiece taking shape on your back. It's a huge Chinese dragon coiled and intricate, covering the best part of your back. You'd spent a couple of hours w...
I awoke on the marble floor unable to move. My body worn out from the total intensity of the night before. I had been out at Erotic Lounge, a new bar that my friends and I had heard about and wanted to try. We had way too many drinks. Vodka shots were being bought for us by a mysterious business woman who spoke with a broken Russian accent. She was probably...
I was already bored with my 'date' from the night before, the prototypical one-nighter with a nurse from Clifton Park who chain-smoked like a runaway locomotive. As Apollo Creed once told Rocky Balboa,"Ain't gonna be no rematch." Rocky, of course, grunted back, "Don't want one." So, in all fairness, I'm sure the feeling was mutual. We both got what we want...
Arrival Erin didn't know where she was. One moment the world was being violently shaken apart, the next she was falling through absolute whiteness. It didn't feel like she landed on anything, but suddenly she just stopped falling. Her head was swimming and her vision was blurred, as everything was out of focus and she couldn't keep her balance. She wondered...
Before I get into the tale/tail of my Marxist mistress, let me explain how I got into this situation. I guess I can fill you in on all the details of my post-newspaper life in another story or stories, of which there could be more than a few. OK. After being canned at the Free Press, I got the hint: No more newspaper editors' wives. And the best way to ensu...
Tom stood over the answering machine, staring at the blinking red light. A cool breeze stirred the balmy midsummer night, sweeping through his bayside mansion as waves gently lapped the shore below. Still as marble in his pressed white suit, he stared in deep thought for a long time, his dark eyes almost unblinking. Then, slowly, he reached out and tapped t...
*Note to readers: My first year on active duty as a Marine, my squadron CO called me into his office and he told me he had a friend of a friend who'd adopted a child from Russia. He asked if I'd be willing to help this other lieutenant colonel and his wife make up a word list so they could communicate. I spent a couple of hours with them writing out things l...
Author's Note: I fully realize that the laws for child custody and adoption are much more complex than represented here. The real laws are frequently counter-productive and in many cases provide less support for children -- rather than more. Several people have suggested that I change the time of the story back to when the bureaucracy was smaller -- but for...