Karen Tanner and her friend Linda had been on a shopping trip to the bazaar in the small town near where they worked. They were both nurses working on a one year contract in a small west African country. Both women were very experienced and had been offered nearly double their pay at home to spend a year working with sick and extremely poor people. Both wom...
Two weeks later... Debbie and I were relaxing one night on the patio. I had just served her an espresso and she lit a Montecristo Number 2 with her new Zippo lighter. After a deep drag, she said to me "thank you dear, the dinner was wonderful tonight." I had to agree--the grilled salmon had turned out very well and the side dishes had complemented the main...
Our Method Works! It really was a unique way to stop smoking. Marilyn Bowers was 39 years old, and her doctor had just scared the hell out of her. She always knew she should stop smoking. Even when she started smoking in college, she knew she should not have done it. But now, her physician had put it in the kind of terms she could no longer ignore. She had...
I would appreciate a little feedback about this series. This story is best read after reading the earlier chapters. ***** The following Saturday, as Jason was doing my toenails, the kitchen phone began ringing and Jason brought it to me and resumed his position on his knees. It was Anne. And she was irate. I have always loved Jason's mother and we have nev...
This is an account of what happened a few years ago. Most of it is true with just a little bit of fantasy thrown in. Kerry was just 18 when she came to work for me as an office junior. Even as a school leaver she seemed very forward and though she was a little overweight she was more than willing to wear low cut tops and short skirts to work which went down...
Sunday The hot morning sun hit me in the face as I stepped outside the cool hallway of our apartment building in central Hamburg. It was a warm Sunday morning in August and past 25 degrees Celcius already. We were late, much too late, as we had hurried down the stairs to the street where my yellow BMW Cabriolet was parked at the curb. It was 6:49 to be exa...
She was a nicely-built brunette, early 20s, glasses, eye makeup; she was wearing pushup bra, tartan micro skirt and heels and smoking a cigarette every time I passed. I looked at her for three days; she started to wave after a while, then she opened the door and I told her I was just looking. She replied "yeah, for three days..." I was with a work colleagu...
PART THREE: THE DECADENCE Ben St James could not concentrate in the lecture hall all morning. He couldn't wait to see Rebecca Simmonds at lunchtime. But for the first time in his life; it wasn't just the feelings he had for her, or her looks. It was more. A hunger. He need her; craved her. The night before they had spent four hours just having sex and smoki...
Author's Preface This chapter is the result of several requests from some people following the story. "The Alley of No Return" is a story about refusal to acknowledge illicit temptations, gradually giving in to them, and how powerful they become in a culture of denial, and oppression, of obvious glamour. Specifically in this chapter, if the notions of sexua...
Author's note; You will notice that the Sassafras tree has absolutely nothing to do with the theme of the story you are about to read. However, "HOT SMOKE and SASSAFRAS" was a song by a little-known rock group of the late 1960s called 'The Bubble Puppy.' It was an underground hit back when my wife Becky and I were dating. The melody and lyrics of the song co...