Author's Note: Here we are, the penultimate chapter of the story. As you can probably tell from the description, this chapter is going to get a little dicey. Hang in there with me, we are almost at the end! ***** Dawn broke early that morning and the rays of the sun pierced the light blue curtains that attempted to hold it back. Stephen cracked an eye open...
After a miserable week, in a long line of miserable weeks, I pulled my tired body and aching head towards my foster-mom's house for our monthly family dinner. I hadn't gone there for our last family gathering, because I hadn't felt up to it, and I'd contemplated "calling in sick" again, but I'd had calls from several of my brothers over the past week, some j...
Author's Note: Thank you for all the wonderful feedback on the first two chapters in this series. If you haven't read them, you will certainly appreciate this one more if you go back and read them. However, if you don't have the time, this one should stand on its own. As always, feedback from readers -- whether favorable or not -- is highly valued. Please vo...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. This Chapter is dedicated to the group of ex-pat Guys and Girls on Ibiza and Menorca who have supported this story from the beginning; this is the chapter I was tucked away on the boat editing in the afternoons...
Erus winced as a hand came down and smacked him across the face. He stumbled back from the painful smack and rolled his eyes as the chorus of coarse laughter rose from the five upper-classmen standing around him. He stood back up and received a fist to the side of his head, sending stars and black spots before his eyes. His head throbbed. His stomach knotte...
South East England August 25th 1996 "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Mrs Parsons, or Sarah as she now insisted on being called, held up a folded piece of paper and waved it at James. They had met for drinks several times since the infamous sexual escapade at the end of term, always during one of James' visits home from University, and he couldn...
Author's note: Last chapter...finally! Thanks to all of you who stuck with it. I hope you enjoy the conclusion. I've stalled on posting this chapter for quite some time for one basic reason. There's no sex in it. Yes, I know the site is for erotic fiction, but I couldn't find a way of putting it in that didn't seem contrived and after all the time I'd put...
Kevin was drunk, not that it was anything new. He had started drinking just after his mom was killed in a hold-up gone bad. That had been five years ago but today was different, he just didn't know how different yet. His dad and new step-mom had planned this trip as a belated family get-away instead of taking a honeymoon. That meant everyone was here. His d...
Edited By English Rose * * * * * CHAPTER 1 THE PAST: RAT: TAT: TAT! A Thompson submachine gun administrated the punctuation of the roaring twenties. F Scott Fitzgerald named it the Jazz age. It was a time of excess. Tough guys wearing expensive tailored suits and diamond rings came to power by selling bootleg booze on the streets of Chicago and New York....
(Dedicated to my darling friend, the Dutch English teacher. Thanks for your assistance with the "couleur locale" for this story! Love you, sweetie!) The day had been a long one, and Karen Mullings was too tired to care much about where she ate. She just needed dinner and her bed. She walked into the hotel's Italian restaurant and waited to be seated. The...