"Hey man, why don't you go dance with her?" He fixed the bartender with a mock look of exasperation, "Do I *look* like I have any rhythm?" "Now that you mention it, no you don't but damn man, I'd get some to dance with her." "You know her?" "Nah, but she's in every Friday night and I noticed her the very first time she came in." "Does she always dress s...
This is Marly Jackson PI's 6th case, "Case Of The Curse" part 1 of 2. In order her stories are contained in: Case Of the Missing Millionaire The Violin Case A Bad Case of Blackmail Case of the Purple Rose The Nightlife Case _______________________ Everyone has a cross to bear. Some people had a special-needs child, some people had herpes, I had Micha...
Declan 'Deckie' Anderson stepped out from HMP Wormwood Scrubs in West London after a three year prison sentence for Cannabis smuggling into the country. He had pleaded guilty, knowing he would have been given a longer custodial prison sentence; his Legal Aid solicitor told him to take the lesser sentence. Either way, Declan did his time inside and survived;...
As a busy executive, I never found time for my family. As a consequence, my first wife divorced me, moved with my children to California, and left my life for good. At first, I tried to maintain a relationship with my children, but they became strangers to me and I to them. There was never enough time to establish a bond. I willingly continue to send alimony...
I doubt riding to the hospital to have an unexpected birth is usually a calm cruise, but my experience was probably setting the bar pretty damn high. Amber was next to me chain-smoking and trying to shoot up one more time before being admitted, things most mothers-to-be would be prioritizing less than dealing with contractions and a baby that wanted out. Now...
This story, not just this part, is for Hooked100! An inspiration, to me & I hope to others... (You need to read part 01 to understand Elizabeth's perspective and the reason for her narrative.) * We drove home in silence, George furious. I could see his red face in the dash lights. I smoked incessantly. Filling the ash tray in the console with lipsti...
Chapter 1 "Young Insurance," Michelle's bored voice answered. "This is Leah Farmer," Leah answered when Michelle transferred the call. "Give her some room," Cecil ordered as he broke open the vial of smelling salts and waved it under Leah's nose. "George's Garage, This is John," John breathlessly answered the ringing telephone. There was no way around...
This was written by myself on another site under the pen name of "Col.Jack Harrison". My debt to society, the sons of bitches called it. Did I borrow the pot or somehow damage my neighbors by using it? What a load of horseshit! I got my ass busted by DEA thugs, arrested, charged, tried, convicted, and sentenced to LIFE in a federal prison for "trafficking...
Giggling a naughty grin as Scott pulled the needle from my arm, I turned onto my hands and knees. I love fucking on heroin, and as Scott and Jamaal's hands explored my body, my back, my ass, the dope hit me fast. I was naked and horny and well-paid for my efforts tonight, come what may--money had exchanged hands, introductions had been made, and after a few...
The Melinda 109: A Little Shop Story PART ONE "I can't believe it's here!" Webb said excitedly. Soapy shook his head, as Plato and Cato dismembered the packing case, and pulled Melinda 109 out. She was something--five seven or maybe five eight inches tall. Blonde. Icy sapphire eyes. Beautiful face, much like Mary Hart from Entertainment Tonight, but with m...