All characters depicted in this story are over eighteen years of age. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. I was not happy to say the least. It was the summer before my senior year of high school, I had just turned eighteen, and how was I going to spend it? Working on my grandparent's farm in the middle of nowhere. I was...
32. You're a Good Man, Victor Creed Creed guided the SUV down the tree-lined two-lane highway with his left hand. His right rested in his lap and twitched whenever the sound of the engine told him that he needed to shift. He'd given up on trying to get completely used to automatic transmission. He glanced over at the frail. She was flipping through the stac...
NOTE: This story is a sequel to Fairy Tale Fuck Fights (3 or 5 depending on the website): Little Bo Peep versus Baba Black Sheep. # STORY TILL NOW: Little Bo Peep is the most badass pimp in her little kingdom, hooking up every prince and pauper with the penises and pussies of their choice, but recently another badass pimp has been muscling into her territo...
Steve and Gwen woke up early the next morning, but lost track of time while they showered together. Steve finally managed to dry himself while Gwen remained in the shower, singing as she washed her hair. Just as Steve pulled his shirt on, a light knock sounded on his door. Steve swung the bathroom door closed and went to see who was knocking. He immediately...
Note to Reader: The most famous building in Chicago is currently officially named the "Willis Tower". However this building is stilled referred to by many by its original name "Sears Tower". To avoid confusion in my novel, I have referred the building by its original name. In any case the action as depicted would be taking place during the time the building...
Thank you for reading my story. Once again I would like to thank, JACUZZIGAL for her editing skills. ********* You could say I was fat, dumb and happy. I'm really not fat--it's just a figure of speech—but I was dumb because I thought I was in a solid marriage. I was wrong--she's a lying cheating slut. I'm John T. Miller my friends call me JT or BeerMan....
This is Chapter Four of The Lessons. If you haven't already done so, you are encouraged to read the earlier chapters; otherwise, aspects of the story might not be understandable. Readers who find this chapter enjoyable are obviously encouraged to read the subsequent chapter. In any case, please do provide feedback. There are obvious sequels to this initial...
Chapter 09 Helen had vanished. There was no phone call to say she'd arrived, in fact no phone call at all over the weekend. It is evidence that I felt so confident about Helen that I was not unduly worried. She may have accompanied her parents on some mercy mission and would phone when she could. However, on Sunday night I phoned Metcalfe's but there was...
It was just another lunch time, or so I thought. Lunch usually consisted of munching on a sandwich while I dealt some black jack for fun. I suppose an explanation is in order before I continue. The shop has lunch nearly an hour before the office and engineering staff, so we pretty much have the break room to ourselves, we, being the engineers, administrative...
I was sitting at my desk fighting to stay awake when the loud thud of another falling stack of manila folders snapped me to full consciousness. It took me a second to remember precisely where I was, and when the realization hit I sighed bitterly in the back of my throat. "Everything o.k. Mr. Moran?" The pimply face of our summer intern, James, filled my vi...