This is the story about a young woman named Kelly, and an older gentleman TJ, written in the first person from the perspective of the girl. TJ is a friend of the family, and was Kelly's frequent "babysitter" when she was a young girl. Readers will notice I have split the events of the evening into two parts. Part One is the more tame telling of the non-sexua...
Chapter 10: May 2006: I walked into view of the broken glass of an abandoned convenience store facade. The sight of me there, like this, felt cruel and tragic. But I also had the sense of writhing righteously on the receiving end of poetic justice. Here I was in post-Katrina New Orleans, a three-hour drive from home, looking for a prostitute to save what...
By mid afternoon the rain had eased off and the sky was fast clearing, promising a return to the warm dry weather. Miss Worthing was cleaning round in her bedroom when she glanced out her window and saw Jim working in the yard, sweeping round and tidying. Then the black shape of Michelle Johnson's X5 pulled in and Kirsty, surely the most enthusiastic of all...
I only half expected Mona to show the next day, but there was a light knocking on the sliding glass door that leads out to my patio. I got up; pulled the drapes aside and there she was at ten in the morning, holding my newspaper out to me as I opened the door. "Hi Ned, betcha thought I wouldn't show up, huh?" "Join me in having some coffee and toast?" I sa...
Author's Note: I will be posting other stories at least once or twice a week while still working on this story. I promise there are more chapters in the works for "Mark of the Incubus." ***** Agnes saw him. She knew it was him underneath that tree in the rain storm. She had to see him to be sure. Monday morning Agnes took the car down to the church. She he...
"Dad!" exclaimed my daughter Brandi as she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a hearty hug. "You look so much different. Your hair is shorter, your gut is gone, you look taller and you feel like a block of granite. Except for that scar on your cheek, I'd have to say that it looks like the Army agreed with you!" "I haven't lost a pound, Sweetie, but...
At three and a half feet tall she wasn't tall enough to reach the back of the counter, even while standing on tippy-toes and stretching her arm as far as it would go. A frustrated scowl marked her adorable, olive-skinned features and she absently pushed a wave of long brown hair behind an ear in a way that perfectly mirrored her mother. While seeking a solut...
Chapter 6: Friends One afternoon around Judith's eighth month she had some of her new friends over. She had me busy serving the drinks and canapés I had made, but I overheard them talking. "It sounds like the ideal arrangement, dear," one said enviously. "It is," Judith said. "I keep David home to look after the house while I look after my clients during t...
The muse has been kind and I've gotten a lot written this last couple of weeks. I'd like to thank my partner for all of his help. Especially when I forget bits and pieces, as I am integrating three separate stories. Yes, there is a third story in this series and it will start posting after this one is finished. For those new to my stories, remember in my 'U...
(fictional story about fictional characters) * Just when Debra Barone thought she had reached the breaking point (or should it be "breakdown" point); she got a reprieve. For weeks she had been trying to pry their former babysitter Lisa away from the Parkers, so she could have a desperately needed night out; and Lisa had finally agreed to supervise the Bar...