Chapter 9: Everything I Could Want We found a ring quite easily in the first jewelry store we visited. I liked it, but more importantly, it was the one that Sue really wanted. They promised to have it sized later that week, but since there was little change required, Sue wanted to wear it, agreeing to bring it back Monday. She nearly floated out of the stor...
The next morning, Todd awoke more refreshed than he had been in a while. The birds were chirping and the sun was shining as brightly as his mood was. Liz was still asleep, so he slipped out of bed and went out to the kitchen. He started to put together breakfast. Two days in a row, who'd have thought- and got out some pancake mix. As he poured the mix and mi...
If it's getting harder to face every day, Don't let it show, don't let it show. Though it's getting harder to take what they say, Just let it go, just let it go... And if it hurts when they mention my name, Say you don't know me... And if it helps when they say I'm to blame, Say you don't owe me... Even if it's taking the easy way out, Keep it inside of yo...
My wife's best friend, Jenn, is a sweet, open and sexy woman with beautiful eyes and mouth. I have appreciated her compact body from "afar" on many occasions, but last night, I got a whole new perspective, up close and personal... Jenn lives out of state with her husband, Greg. Greg is a good enough guy, but he, apparently, has a very low sex drive; a bit o...
Five — Dance Of The Seven Rosies Cold, pale, green eyes shone deep into my soul, freezing me like a rabbit in headlights. The lids and upper cheeks glittered with the same shade of green, as if the irises had fractured into tiny fragments and spilled onto the surrounding pallid skin. The lips shone as two slivers of copper, so long as to almost divide the j...
The next morning at breakfast mom was starring off into space as she drank her coffee. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just thinking about what supplies we need." "You okay about going back to the boatyard?" "Why shouldn't I be? You said that there weren't any more psychos there." "No. Not that I know of." 'And those guys were nice, righ...
Chapter 24 Life and Death Moira sat at the kitchen table pouring milk over her breakfast cereal when Shane and Carmen came into the room. It was a Saturday morning two weeks after Dana's party. Normally Shane and Carmen were up, showered, dressed and gone to work before Moira and Jenny stirred or took their turns in the bathroom. On Saturdays, though, Shane...
The hot water of the shower banished the shampoo from Chris Jenkins' hair. It was a limpid spray, but effective. He soaped up his pudgy, 30 year old body after rinsing his beard and taking care to cleanse the leftover ejaculate from his genitals and legs. The early morning masturbation gave him long needed release after the night of stimulating dreams, and h...
I woke from the nap, still unclothed and still with my arms wrapped snuggly around her body. Her long, curly brown hair smelled of vanilla; which was by far my favorite scent. Either she knew this about me, or she loved vanilla too. But either way, we were beginning to fit together. But then I started thinking about it and wondered what I knew about her. She...
By Woodmanone Copyright March 2016 This is a true story. I've embellished and dramatized the plot line a little (I couldn't help myself). The basic facts are true and horrific. Mike Harmon is based on a friend who was the Special Investigator in the actual case described in the story. He and others do a difficult job with their own satisfaction for justice...