I should have known better. I should have remembered that old saying, "If it looks too good to be true, it is." I was in love. She was damned near all I thought about with the exception of my studies and it didn't make sense to me. I prided myself on my intellect and my ability to think logically, but there wasn't anything logical about the way I felt about...
*Coast Guard ships are called "cutters" The difference between a fairy tale and a sea story is a fairy tale begins, "Once upon a time...," while a sea story begins, "This is no shit..." ¬¬__ I was a young hotshot petty officer, 22, when I reported for duty at what was in 1963 the Coast Guard Recruit Training Center on Government Island in the estuary b...
NPOV "Evan! Get your ass down here if you want to go!" My idiot brother was taking his sweet time getting ready. We were just going to his bar. I didn't understand what the big fucking deal was. He owned the place for God's sake. It's not like the patrons hadn't seen him in his everyday clothes. "Dude, chill the fuck out." Evan finally came down the stair...
CHAPTER 7 Lit by flickering candlelight in the restaurant, a trace of lipstick on his upper lip, Thom said, "Together at last." "Yes our missed lunch engagement because of the chemical spill and then me being sent to Austin for three days. I was beginning we weren't destined to meet again. You can inspect the apartment when we finish up here and see if it...
Disclaimer: This story is based on Lana Beniko, from the Bioware game Star Wars: The Old Republic. It's about her and two men. If you don't like female-led threesomes, don't read this! Part 1 -- Hot on Hoth Lana Beniko, aspiring Sith Lord, stalked quietly down the frozen corridors of Frostwake Outpost. Ice crawled down metal walls around her, and intruding...
Wheels-down in Cuba: Vacation in the sun reawakens dormant desires Pressure on my eardrums wakes me. I dig in my purse for minty gum. Chewing and swallowing eases the pain, and I smile at my seatmate. Everyone stares out the portholes as the packed jet descends, but light haze veils the ground. Loud bumps from beneath the floor and a sudden roar: landing...
Growing up in the Southwest, where land is cheap and roads abound, you need a car. Some missteps out of high school that delayed my entry into college had left me with a rather poor cash-flow situation. For other kids I knew, as 18 wore on into 19, 19 into 20, the compact but late-model Honda was part of the territory, probably financed in part through paren...
I looked across the playing hall to find her. I knew where to look, among the top boards of the open section. And she stood out, an attractive blonde-haired woman in a room full of shabby men. She was a chess player, an internationally known master. It was a surprise to see her in Philadelphia, so far from home. There was a good contingent of foreign playe...
The name on her badge was Bunty, but he knew her colleagues called her Bee. It was a strange name for a girl so young. Every Saturday morning she stood at the chocolate counter in his local supermarket, cutting samples of chocolate fudge into identical little strips for the customers to try, idly twirling her brown hair, scratching at the places where her sk...
Sequel to my earlier story 'Two-Hour Layover.' Jess peeked over the newspaper in her hands for the umpteenth time, wondering just how much longer she should wait in the lobby before giving up and admitting that he wasn't going to make it this time. But he had assured her that he would be at the hotel, even after several schedule changes on both their parts...