Special thanks to blackrandi for the invitation to participate in "The Magical Mystery Tour," and allowing me to throw in two stories. I wrote one story for the invitational -- "Mausefalle," a historical posted in Romance. I was quite happy with that, but a country song, "Hell on Heels," left me with an itch to write this particular story. It wouldn't leave...
This is a continuation of "A TROUT FOR EMMA WIGHTMAN." For continuity, read the earlier story first to become familiar with the characters. Chapter 9 -- A Nice Italian Dinner "You're invited for dinner at my house," Louisa told me. "Saturday was suggested." "That's nice! What brought this on?" I inquired. Louisa and I had been spending a lot of time tog...
PROLOGUE The Geneva School for Girls is a two-year finishing school for 18- and 19-year-old ladies just graduated from high school. These are girls who are mostly from wealthy families, who don't blink at the six-figure-a-year tuition and room and board (with a smattering of scholarship girls thrown into the mix). The school was founded by Headmaster Jake...
As I held my wife's pale delicate hand, she slowly opened her eyes and gave me a weak smile. "How ya feelin' babe?" I asked Beth's body was gaunt and terribly thin; her beautiful brown hair a memory. Although she endured the second round of chemotherapy with stoic courage, the oncologist was doubtful that it would have any effect on the rapidly advancing...
1) I was excited. I was just about to have sex for the first time in more than a month. I was having trouble finding lovers. This new man, Gary, was older than me. He had a paunch but it wasn't that bad. He was pretty good looking for 50. I was 42 and better than average looking but somehow all of my prospects had disappeared. Gary was the first new man to...
Author's Notes: Sorry it took so long to get Part two submitted. Life just got in the way and it was more work than I expected. I want to thank people for all the praise that I was given for Part one and I hope that this lives up to your expectations. Part Three should have a fair amount of humor and some erotic scenes. Thanks again for your positive feedba...
I closed my grade book and looked up and out of my office window. The wind had shifted around, now coming from the west-southwest. The radio had said earlier that it would bring slightly warmer temperatures - if two degrees above freezing is slightly warmer - but that it would also bring at least several inches of snow. I could just see the first few flakes,...
Like bits of shredded paper struck to wet glass, the heavy snow continued to clog the wiper blades slowing the tiny electric motor to an unhealthy groan. The streaked windshield became impossible to see oncoming traffic, and both side-mirrors of the school bus were so caked, Jeff Morrison had to open the driver's side window every couple of minutes just to b...
Chapter 9: A Few Chance Meetings August was a profitable month. With Georgia's promise to forgive the payment Curtis expected to receive, Brian was able to bring in truckloads of inventory for the market. He began receiving e-mail from someone inquiring about the ads he'd placed to lease the café. Henry Gibbons claimed to have restaurant experience, and fr...
Sometimes things happen in life that cause you to really stop and question whether or not it was pure chance that you were in the right place at the right time, or whether destiny brought you to that particular situation. Although I have never been a strong believer that every step along life's path has been pre-planned, I have always held the belief that de...