A rather dreary London day greeted me as I arose in the morning, the grey pale light yet another reminder of the rather depressing northern climes I had recently returned to, but never really escaped from in my thoughts. A late night out with friends after a most stimulating discussion at the London Scientific Foundation dinner the previous evening had rende...
Bobbi had an arm buried in the cow up to her elbow, manually manoeuvring the breeched calf. Finally, her gentle twist managed to release the calf and it was expelled from its mother in a rush. She landed on her backside with the bloody calf cradled in her arms. "We did it!" she gasped, smiling up at John who had been assisting her. John was Exmoor's acknow...
Chapter One: Meeting Midnite Sitting here in the hot sun, on my forty seventh birthday; remembering the incredible adventures that have befallen me in the last six months, I have decided to put my memories on paper. Putting them on paper, may make me believe that what occurred was more then just a dream. If the following adventures had not happened to me, I...
The only man who ever frightened Maria sat behind his large desk in the Katzekeller office, a large space reconfiguring several rooms once notorious for whores sucking and fucking johns before the big war, the johns having been customers at the bar downstairs and the whores employees of the bar. A couple of other rooms remained used for such business, but we...
My names Kevin and I'm thirty three years old. I've recently been appointed deputy head at a school and have been in post for one term. During the summer holiday I was completing a piece of work in collaboration with Liz the school office manager. It was three days work but on the middle Wednesday she informed me that she had to remain at home as she was awa...
"Tyrone, get that for me will ya? Thank you honey." Ophelia grabbed the lavender chiffon scarf that Tyrone curve balled at her, and draped it round her shoulders, gazing at herself in the mirror, tugging it in various directions, each fussy pinch, pull and pluck to enhance a cleavage that already appeared to be buoying gratuitously out of her blouse like sep...
Jack Boston was a competent member of the Pottersbridge village cricket team. A good middle order batsman and a good utility bowler. As a youngster he'd even had a trial for Northamptonshire Cricket Club, but it hadn't come to anything. Pottersbridge was a large village in the Home Counties. It was 40 miles from London and fairly prosperous. Jack was marri...
Part one. (The train) God! But she was beautiful in those days. Not that Jenni is any less beautiful now, but she was unbelievably stunning back then. Since though, time and the bearing and rearing of children have taken their toll. Jenni still is a very good looking woman, a little thicker than she would like, but all in all, very pretty for a fifty somet...
It has been five years since my divorce—an easy one for me, as it was my former wife Margie who ran off with her older sister’s husband, and I stayed blissfully single and roaming a bit for those years, too. I badly missed one of my earliest playmates from the day I had learned of my unfaithful wife from her own niece! That cute niece, almost 18 at the time...
Once again, I must thank 'The Big Bopper' for his fabulous help, and patience. He has to be the best writer on here, he has helped me when others did not. This is a sequel, you need to read the first part of this story, 'Oh what a Surprise.' * I decided to meet John, at the local coffee shop, for I could not get my mind off what had happened at that wond...