The saying that "Politics Makes Strange Bedfellows" was proven true in spades in a real life situation. The basic facts are a matter of public record and many of the details (the rest are my embellishments) were told to me by one of the two main "characters." In the following almost entirely true story the names, state, and political office have been changed...
This is a completely true story, one I've wanted to tell for many years but had no one to tell it to. The anonymity of the internet has given me the chance to tell it in all its glory. I hope you enjoy. Comments are encouraged. This took place many years ago, about 1982 I believe. I was eighteen and just out of high school. I was headed to college in the fa...
Well, as our first story tells my wife Debbie had sex with a black man at my urging, and afterwards admitted that she enjoyed it. This was great news for me because I was just dying to see it again. So I started looking for someone that would fit our requirements and since we are a mid 40s couple its can be difficult to find someone that qualifies. Our requ...
Hi love, recognising John immediately as he was wearily carrying his case from the baggage check out point at Leeds airport. The last week England had been going through one of those hellish heat waves, was over a hundred degrees down south, and even we had experienced record temperatures over the past few days. Tempers were also at an all time high, trying...
It was a cool day in January, something very unusual for the city I live in. Typically the heat is unbearable but a rare cold front had come through and lowered the temperatures enough for me to need a light jacket that morning. I take my usual route to work, nervous because that day I would be meeting the new landlord of the building where my bookshop is lo...
Amy and Max enter the front door, laden with grocery bags and videos. It's dark and chilly. Max turns on lights, revealing pieces of the wide open floor plan with each. Flick – gleaming oak floors beneath a floating oak staircase. Flick – a large wooden dining room table under a hanging light. Flick, a sunken sitting area focused on a flagged stone firepla...
This is a fantasy story written for my fan, Larry. It was quick write and a fun story to do. I tried to be as accurate as possible and I hope you enjoy it. Larry, this one is for you and Stacy. I hope you guys love it half as much as I loved writing it. * I looked up form the couch when I heard Larry chuckle. It was lazy summer Sunday afternoon and we wer...
He had promised never to show up on her doorstep As she walked down the aisle of the grocery store, her mind was concentrating on her list. A husband and four children made a heavy demand on her household budget and she was careful to watch for any bargain. She did not notice the man who followed somewhat aimlessly behind her. The store was not too crowded...
Chapter one The trip to Vegas so far was uneventful, just a long hot drive through the desert. I just pulled into the gas station to fill up on fuel for the last leg of my journey. You see, I'm off to celebrate the new me. Having just gone through a divorce and all, I feel the need to escape. What better way than to return to my birth place, Las Vegas, a li...
Funny looks. A person gets used to it in time, sort of. I would like to say I did but the truth is that I was always totally aware of the sidelong glances, the whispers, the stories that had to be going around town. Here I was, 67 years old, bald on top and white around the back of the head, with two young ladies that could best be described as stone foxe...