Sort of an odd thing to talk about, there is a black guy that is a police officer in this. Now if you go look at Chicago police history, the police have a website with the history, it doesn't really talk about it. They do mention certain things, like perhaps Chicago hired the first black woman to be a police officer, but there is no mention of her duties. W...
I know time's bent on destruction The past is over every day I wish we both could fly back home But we can't, so I guess I'll just fly away! --John Hiatt, "Fly Back Home" A job's a job. That, in any case, was what Tom had been telling himself every day since his lifelong buddy Jim had coaxed him into moving up north to take jobs with his cousin's new logg...
This is a work of fiction, based on a few true experiences but no actual people. If you don't like reading about young women encouraged to perform sexual acts, please do not read the story. Everyone else, ENJOY! Rocky's Kingdom, Chapter 3 Rocky visits Korea THE KOREAN CAST OF CHARACTERS: - Zhong ('Charlie') Park – Rocky's man in Seoul. Managing Director...
This is the second edition, revised August 2016. THE SEEHOFER CHRONICLES. THE MEMOIRS OF A COURTESAN - Volume 1. PROLOGUE -- BELGRAVIA. Monday 8th February 1968. Belgravia, London. Rebecca Seehofer felt distinctly nervous. The flat in London's chic Belgravia was cloyingly warm, totally at odds with the sulphurous fog that billowed spectrally in the col...
It was a Tuesday afternoon that I finally cracked. I'd opened the letter from my real estate agent telling me my rent was going to be rising twenty dollars a week effective the following month and burst into tears, my thirteen year old daughter had a mouth full of teeth that desperately needed braces and to top it all off, my car was making the sort of noise...
Thanks to LizHaze for beta reads and suggestions. **** Going to a new school for my last year of high school pretty much sucked. It was all the tribulation of switching schools, which was never great at the best of time, plus the knowledge that any friends or acquaintances I might happen to make would all be going off in different directions at the end of...
One - Lexi Sharon 'Shaz' Johnson purred and rolled over to give me a last, long, lingering kiss. There was still some residue of her husband Richard's cum on her cheek and there was certainly still plenty of it on mine. She glanced at him, kneeling on the floor next to the bed we were entwined upon, his once impressive erection now a thing of memory, a last...
As the dying light of another Saturday faded into oblivion, parents, devoted teachers and giggling school children began to head for the parking lot. The art fair I'd set up for my classes of elementary school children seemed to have been a rousing success. Since the fair had been my project, I suppose it was only to be expected for there to still be a crowd...
Notes from the author: Hi again everyone. First of all, I wish to thank those who encourage me to keep on writing. No matter how modest one claims to be, it is always gratifying to read such praise. Second, because I don't want to revisit a theme when I write, this is probably the last story where I will be able to draw upon personal experience or memories t...
Chapter seven By the time the morning sunlight hit the top of the cathedral, my mind had returned to business. Somehow that long, dreamy night with Tolerante had made me more determined than ever to find out what had happened to drive Paul into that mysterious and seemingly hopeless captivity, to turn that powerful love of ours so suddenly and irredeemably...