Chapter 4 RETRIBUTION It was a relatively long walk to the shopping mall, but he'd learned from experience that when he was just 'window-shopping', as he liked to think of it, not having the car could have its advantages. Sometimes to complete his 'research' he'd needed to take bus trips, which left him closer to home from another direction and when that h...
A very short, very sad story based on current events, as told in a letter to my friends: Arizona SB 2010: Where reasonable suspicion exists that the person is an alien who is unlawfully present in the United States, a reasonable attempt shall be made, when practicable, to determine the immigration status of the person. Any person who is arrested shall have...
"As for us, querida, I now know that someday we will meet again. I do not know where or when, or what the outcome of that meeting will be. But I know it will happen. For now, it is enough for me to know that you have read these words. The passage of time has done nothing to diminish the power of your flame, Erica. But do not forget the smoke. When the time i...
It is pitch-black and darksome and poorly lit outside; outside of the car that is. The clouds too, just like the sky, are tenebrous and overcast and dusky and gray. I breathe out and suspire deeply and acutely as I look at them. Yes. Stian Elberd is perched and settled in this car of ours right next to me in the driver's stall, and when I gaze at him, he str...
I stood there in shock. I didn't care that I was wearing nothing but soot covered cotton t-shirt that I'd worn to bed. I didn't care that I had a cut on my thigh from when I climbed out the window of my room. What I cared about was my mother, my only family. She was gone. Dead. The small house we'd lived in for the past decade was dripping burned ruin....
I think I was five or six when the magic of Christmas began to be destroyed for me. Before that, it was all sitting on Santa's lap, parades, Christmas village at the mall. Small, penny candy canes were for the asking and there was always a tree. Never the greatest tree but we generally didn't have a Charlie Brown tree either, so yeah, it was a Merry Christma...
"Good morning, Mrs. Stewart. It's good to see you out. How're doin' today?" "Oh, you know, Mr. Baxter. Each day just sort of nudges the one before it. It just all sort of goes on—a bit too long, if you ask me." Clem Baxter watched Louise Stewart from 12A move arthritically down the walk between the two old, red-brick apartment houses facing each other. Cle...
I would have never considered myself an exhibitionist. I mean those sorts of things just are not done in our circles. I was...I am a happily married and very faithful wife. We had just had our first baby after being married for twelve years. We had chosen to wait until we had purchased a home, until our careers were established. That was the sort of life tha...
We were so horny. I couldn't believe how long it had been since we'd been out together. With all of our recent problems with sickness and death in our family, my wife and I had been stressed with her mom coming to live with us. To be honest it wouldn't have been so bad except someone was always there when my wife needed a good fucking. It was to the point w...
Dedicated to QP, she hasn't seen this one yet. She told me early on that she would do this to me. I hadn't thought she was serious. When I got used to the toy she had first claimed me with, she decided it was time for me to move up. Within proper limits of course, she was going to claim me in a way that I never forget. I hadn't believed her. Now we both s...