Amsterdam, the crown jewel of the Netherlands, a city famous for its canals, the van Gogh Museum and the famed Rembrandt painting The Nightwatch is also famous for its red-light district. Called the Wallen in Dutch, Amsterdam's red-light district is the most open in Europe featuring lingerie-clad women selling themselves in storefront windows. Prostitution i...
Molly O'Ryan stood on the dock with tears running down her pretty face. The wind whipped her long, straight, red hair. She watched her Father bartering with the fine, English gentleman. She knew full well what he was doing; he was selling his eldest daughter, a girl just turned 18, so that her brothers and sister would survive the coming winter. Times were m...
It is official -- summertime is over. Our usual summer philanthropy of selling trinkets, crap, and dust collectors is supposed to be an all-summer project, but everyone is running around the neighborhoods, knocking on doors, and trying to hock as much of this stuff as we can. I never figured out the connection - if we are good at selling this stuff, how does...
You got volunteered for the school carnival. You freaking hate this. Here you are working in a ticket booth. Really just a plywood shack shaped like an outhouse. There's a door in the back which latches from the inside and a window in the front for selling ride tickets. The window is small and just about chest level to discourage customers from grabbing tic...
The next 2 days went by in a blur for Alyx. His days were spent eating breakfast, looking for the girl, eating lunch, looking for the girl, eating dinner, looking for the girl until he couldn't move anymore, sleep and repeat the process. Some nights he would sleep for only an hour, other nights 5 or 6 and with the ship in outer space it was hard to keep trac...
You slip into an open space amongst the millions (and millions…) of the other mall patrons' vehicles. Oak Land is a pretty typical mall. Two floors, thousands of stores, millions of people and the god-like food court. The ad didn't say where in the mall they would be, just that they were there. You pushed your way through the masses, heading for the escalato...
[Author's Note: This story will make a lot more sense if you read part one first. Thanks to all who sent me feedback on part one. Some loved it - some hated it. Either way, if I've aroused passionate feelings about it, I've accomplished my goal. Enjoy part two. There is more to come.] * One month later . . . I came across Jeff's story, Tripping the Switc...
Great Great Granddad had settled in this forsaken spot in 1849. The saucer shaped valley with its poisonous springs had not attracted any other settlers, but the grand old man; a salt miner from Russia, had recognised the signs. He had begun a small salt mine and had exported salt lick block down to Texas before it was Texas. The family had prospered and un...
“Daddy,” I pout popping my thong covered ass down on his lap as he read the morning paper, “I promise I won’t do it again.” I had just wrecked my car and daddy says that I have to pay for the damages this time. “That is what you said the last time, Jane, and the time before that.” “Please daddy, please, please, please.” I beg as I rub my little tushie again...
Bonnie and Clyde I had been with many men before Nicky, but I had never really been in love. Nicky treated me in a way no one ever had before. Almost every day, he presented me with some little gift or some special gesture that made me feel appreciated, valued. It might be a pair of earrings, it might only be a bag of potato chips, but he never came to me...