Rolling Thunder 3rd BCT Hazier, a 28 year old commander of the 3rd BCT flick his wrist to the left as the turret of his Puma command CFV whirled into position. He locked onto an insurgent's PT-91 Main Battle Tank, his thumb depressed onto the button that let out a burst of 30mm cannon fire from the Puma's main cannon. The Rim-Cat CFV's SABOT rounds found t...
Four months had passed since Joe and Janet Deans sat down to have their talk. Joe had discovered that he had contracted gonorrhea and his wife, Janet, was the only person who could have given it to him. He knew that his wife had been unfaithful and that knowledge almost killed their marriage. What he didn't know, and didn't understand, was why? Janet held n...
I first met Peggy on a three-day weekend at a ski resort area in northern New Hampshire named North Conway. My friends from Boston had decided it was time to learn how to ski and we searched for low priced deals on lodging in the area. One place looked particularly good. It was a huge old wooden hotel on the outskirts of the town and was not only inexpensive...
Bronagh emerged from unconsciousness amidst such deafening cacaphony and blinding daylight that her first thought upon waking was how she had managed to sleep through it at all. Hissing, splashing, chugging all further served to disorientate her and delay the process of recalling how she had come to find herself in her present situation. She was wearing fad...
Templar Combat Battalion, TCB Colonel Marcus "Mumbatik" Dangal Personal Combat Battalion of the Regimental Commander On the open top of my command cupola of the command tank, I enjoyed the breeze that the night wind is blowing, as the Leopard 2A6EX 145mm main cannon tank rolled through the desert of Ar'Raq. I have set the viewer of my HUD to separate view...
Wolfram Warthog is actually my dart shooting name. The preferred and best darts for the professional dart shooter are tungsten darts. If you check the atomic symbol for tungsten it is a, "W." The W is for its old English name wolfram. I like the sound of wolfram, better then tungsten. It provides me visions of a wolf ramming a ram. "Yowlllllllleee" I'm not a...
In 2102, a crack team of scientists aboard the I.S.S. Experimenting with a new space-based atom smasher finally managed to tear a hole in space-time while searching for some method of teleportation to make intergalactic travel easier after the world’s over-population became disastrous. This hole did not pave a way for teleportation or intergalactic travel, h...
The sun was nonexistent. It had been over a week since there had been any dry weather. Andrew looked out his office window, mesmerized by the rain drops sliding down the pane. How he hated the rain. It wasn't unusual to have rain. But Denver had been in a drought for the past 5 years. He had gotten used to no rain. He liked no rain. He didn't own an umbrella...
(Disclaimer: Some might feel this story is a little rougher then most on the disrespect front. It is taken from two of the more novel requests I've gotten via e-mail for Black's punishments. For those of you that this is not a major turn-on, I apologize.) * * * Aaron Black's house is a lot like him. It's cold. It's above everything else. And it's huge. So...
Therese stood on the foredeck with Captain Jean-Louis La Pierre, trying to remember which inlet was the right one to Tioram. Passing the Isle of Coll, she remembered the way when she came with Sorley. Sailing between the mainland and Muck, the captain used all of his navigational skills to travel in the unknown waters. Therese smiled happily and bounced on h...