Chapter 5: Rio Rita In New York in 1928 the speakeasies were everywhere, in the basements of mansions, in penthouses off Park Avenue, in Greenwich Village cellars, in Wall Street office buildings, in brownstone rooming houses, in tenements, in two-flats in the Bronx, in Bay Ridge hardware stores. Sometimes they were called clubs and when they were posh a...
4: SHERYL and the Lady in a Wheelchair This is a true story just like the rest. A chain of events has led us to this story beginning some time back. As readers of the previous stories will know I am a very skilled healer using light and colour energy that can be applied even into the eyes. What makes this story so poignant is the twist at the end. If only I...
Dr. Porter here. I'm a returned native, working at the hospital associated with the university of my nurture, while my Hoosier wife Marie cracks genetic codes at the local lab of a leading drug company. Our marriage, I must say, grew out of common commitment to our profession and intellectual companionship. Sex was decidedly secondary in our courtship. To s...
Jennifer stared at the accounting files for the client on whose mortgage she was working. She rubbed her eyes, tired from hours of boring paperwork. Anyone who knew her would never believe that she found her work boring. Jennifer was all business at the office. She was pleasant enough, but didn't socialize with those she worked with outside the office. She n...
Tamara started up her computer and then her email program and was discouraged to find a dozen or so unread messages. Typically, most emails meant more work. As she made her way through the emails, providing data requested or taking notes as to what samples would be sent her way for testing. One email really caught her attention. It was from Derek, their tec...
For a woman to feel and think the way she did wasn't loose morals, she battled with herself. When she was ten, she overheard her mother on a bitter rampage about dirty ladies who double-pierced their ears and carried prophylactics in their purse. At the time she had no idea what a prophylactic was but remembered thinking that having an extra earring sounded...
This story is for a very special friend of mine named Tess. While the main character is based heavily on Tess herself, the following events are a work of fiction. All characters are 18 or over. * 21 year old Tess was blonde and beautiful, with curves in all the right places and fantastic 36DD breasts. She was only recently divorced, having married early, b...
Lee and I had met online, bumbling through several weeks of awkward IM and text messaging. Even with the awkwardness, I really had fun chatting with him. He was glib, down to earth, funny, and our chats felt like a good chess match. I was not used to the online thing and neither was he... there was no rulebook for how to do this. So we tried getting to know...
Thursday Feb. 12th Dear Diary Sorry for the lapse in time, it's actually 2am on the 13th. I've been rather busy what with the move from New York City to Cleveland. As you know there's only the two of us to handle all the bull work for eight prima Donna strippers. Oops! Sorry, exotic dancers. Or at least that's what they wish themselves to be called. If the...
Smiling with utmost satisfaction, I licked my lips, tasting the last droplets of Esther Rosenberg's blood before dropping her corpse unceremoniously on the ground. At last, the Huntress is no more. And vampires and Hunters far and wide will know that I, Hanna Ismail is the one who brought her down. I looked at Esther Rosenberg one last time before disposing...