Once, long ago, back in the not so politically correct depression days of the 1930's, life was much different in the steamy underbelly of most big cities in America; especially for a sleezy Private Eye. To earn a living, they preyed on unscrupulous characters with no morals & no societal taboos, that mainstream society would call vulgar - but was reality in...
Author's Note: This story is set in the 1930's before Vatican II. It is a love story between a Roman Catholic priest and a woman he comes to love while he was in Rome, Italy. If this type of story offends you, read no further. If you like a love story, then enjoy. Thanks to my best friend and soul sister for all your help. Rita Remembers Chapter 1 Mrs. Ri...
“Thank you, Dywyr. I know that you think it’s foolish of me to want to come here.” Iona cringed as they passed a stall hung with the butchered meat of humans and other sentient races. Once she could breathe past the smell again, “I’m glad you’re here to keep me from ending up like that.” “You’re welcome.” As always, his voice was uninflected. Iona couldn’t...
I looked up surprised as Tom, my husband, swore and brushed the papers he was working on onto the floor. "There's no way I can work this out." He sat back in his chair holding his head in his hands. I went over and put my arms around his shoulders. "Surely it's not as bad as all that." He shook his head. "I'm afraid it's very bad and it's going to get wors...
The smell of lilacs permeated the air as MaryBeth strolled out onto her veranda with her morning coffee. MaryBeth was a long lean golden drink of southern womanhood. She was at almost fifty a tribute to good breeding, good habits, and a great plastic surgeon. Newly divorced her libido frequently got the most of her. Today was no exception. She placed the cof...
I wrote this story for Tiffany. Thanks for all your help, Tiff. I hope you're pleased with the outcome. Chapter Four It was four days since I'd spent that unforgettable, uninhibited evening with Michael and Kumico. Those had been the longest, most frustrating days of my life. All I'd wanted to do was meet up with Yoko and talk to my best friend about the...
Angel put his arm around Dawn as they watched Spike who sat at the bar, his back to them. He was getting lost in a bottle of tequila. After she defeated the demon, he had announced he wanted a drink and walked inside, unable or unwilling to listen to Dawn's explanations. "You told him, didn't you?" Angel said. "Yeah, didn't have a chance to explain, he jus...
We talk a lot. We talk on the phone. We send email. We stay up late chatting. Best of all, our topics cover everything. It is so refreshing to find a conversationalist who also has something interesting to say. We all know, there are many people who love to talk but never about anything you want to hear. Not the case here, which is a very good thing. My boyf...
This story is divided into three sections to maintain the flow of ideas: Chapter 1: House Hunting Chapter 2: Life in the new house Chapter 3: Radhika’s web Enjoy! Chapter 1: House Hunting Radhika was new in town. She had landed a great job in Geographic Information Systems industry. The pay was good to start off her career with and that is what brought he...
Entering their suite at the ski resort Gina sucked in her breath and said, "Oooh, this is lovely. Obviously it was redecorated over summer." "And upgraded expensively," said the bellhop, and impressed Nathan doubled the tip to twenty, without knowing why; the bellhop wouldn't have worked on the refurbishing. Obviously he was happy, being on vacation and alt...