Last weekend my wife Jean and I decided to spend the weekend at our cabin in Estes Park. We arrived early Saturday afternoon and started unpacking when I suddenly noticed that I was the only one unloading the car. I went back into the cabin to find my wife looking out the window, staring intently. What was she looking at I wondered. Rather than come up behi...
Becky sat on the couch in her bummin' around the house clothes which consisted of a light tank top and a pair of sweat pants that said "Princess" on the butt. She flipped through the channels trying to find something good on TV, but she knew that on a Saturday morning, that was unlikely. Becky's parents walked into the room and informed her that they were g...
The Conversion The origin of this piece started when I bought a used computer from the local hockshop. Apparently neither the prior owner nor the store had the sense to sanitize the drive so, being very curious, I did a little nosing around before I reformatted the drive. I found these files but, oddly, there were no similar files for responses. This is a p...
This is the second part of my story and as such, contains no flying or instructing. To understand this part, please read part one. Alan, as it had turned out, was not only the owner of the flying school but President of the corporation that owned the company I worked for. He told me over lunch one Sunday and swore me to secrecy as he didn't want to be see...
Note: All characters and areas portrayed in this story are purely fictitious, and are a product of my imagination. Any resemblance to a person, living or dead is strictly coincidental. 34. A Funny Kind of Day "Charlie, if I lose my grip on this ladder, we will never catch up to this boat." "Then it is a good thing I have it anchored to the bottom of the...
I managed to duck out of class and make it to the elevator without her seeing me. Or so I thought until a small hand with red fingernails shot in between the doors preventing them from closing. "Hold the door for me!" I heard her say. I hit the 'open' button and let her step inside. "Wow! That was really close," she said as she shuffled her books and steppe...
I have an absolutely burning desire to put down my story for all to see. I hope you can learn from my mistakes, and there were a lot of them. This is the erotic tale about a small town girl, back in the seventies, who gets molested by half the town, is gang banged on her way to the school dance, becomes a stripper for a while, and then a prostitute. She goes...
................................................. He actually waited four days before he called. Two days longer than I thought. I listened as his smarmy voice oozed through the phone. "Tom, Tom, please be reasonable. I'm sure we can work out an agreement we're all happy with. Why don't you come by the office, we'll sit and discuss it like reasonable men."...
The next morning I took my first tour of the new plant. An interpreter was assigned to me. Carmen was a very nice looking and very intelligent individual. I immediately trusted her to interpret both what was explained to me and my questions back. I also made a mental note to engage her to teach me Spanish and the local dialect so I wouldn't always have to re...
That first night during dinner her mom, tears flowing, handed newly graduated Billie Summers, MA, a check for $30,000, being a return of Billie's big advance payment for her first novel. That return of money reminded Billie of the big gamble Sam Sorensen had taken on her in over-spending on a new author's advance but happily that investment had been returne...