My great uncle Fergus used to pat me on the knee and he'd say, "Me boy, some thin's just smell right." I was just a lad, how was I to know that he didn't mean pie? ~ J. Milton O'Leary Reservoir of Power Chapter 2 Lena swatted at whatever was tickling her cheek. She growled in irritation and tried to reach out for her blankets, thinking to bury her head...
Author's note- Yes, it has been awhile. Sorry about that; my life got very weird for a bit. This is the last official chapter of Reservoir, but never fear, the third book in the series has begun. I struggled with the characters of said book because the third act was always going to be the darkest one of the three. If you have been a reader of mine, you may...
Note: If any loser skater boy has ever called you 'Amanda' - please read to the end! *** I sat on the sidewalk dreaming about a career as a pro skater. It was early afternoon and too humid for my taste. I really should have practiced instead of just sitting at the curb killing time. I liked the concept of being a skater more than I liked the practice and...
Out of the corner of my eye I watched his head slowly sink towards his chest. Subconsciously he caught himself and his head jerked back up. It's always entertaining to watch people fall asleep in lecture, I think. The professor's voice droned on and on and Ben's chin sunk low again. Damn, he was cute. I had the biggest crush on my class buddy, Ben. He was...
The Instigation I've worked as a prostitute for nearly a year and by my best estimate have performed 275 sex acts for money, or tricks as they are called. However, I've never had sexual contact with another man outside the bounds of my marriage. In fact, my husband has been the sole customer of my entire career as a "working girl", which is why I refer to m...
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"Whoa their Missy." Easing me back onto the bar stool I felt his hand, enticingly warm on my bare back and shoulder. I turn and smile at him. He's a bit fuzzy. I focus and see, light brown shoulder-length hair, short beard, nice smile and sexy dark brown eyes. "Thanks Jack. That's your name, right? Or is that what I'm drinkin'?" "The names Jeff, and yes yo...
This is the second time I've written this story as when I sent it to my amazing editor, I did a cut and paste faux pas and accidentally copied chapter I onto it. Arrrrgh!! It is a work of fiction. There are references to people in my first set of chapters but all of those names were changed, so it's safe to call this a work of fiction. I hope you enjoy! As...
My new branch at the rival is a much stricter environment but mostly it's the same old same with me occupying a teller window for most of the day and covertly checking out most of the female clientele on the side. As far as the female percentage here at this new bank; none of them fit the bill if you know what I mean. "Hey you; I've been looking for you for...
She looks up in disgust. Here the glasses bang together in cheers. Behind the bar her boyfriend bangs them together in frustration as he puts them in the sink. She shoots Alex that look. He feels the electricity of it run through him. "Well," she rubs under her ear. "I can't. My jaw hurts." Maynard takes the cherry stem and puts it in his mouth. He works...