As will be pretty obvious to those who've read my other stories, this is a sequel to "Bad Cop, Worse Cop." I've found I like Mike LaFratta, partly because I can feel good about making horrible things happen to him. Enjoy! * * * So here was the problem with Daniella (and I was embarrassed it had taken me this long to figure it out). In bed she was jus...
Edited by Deep Blue C ***** Jim Cravens stood in the motel doorway, breathing in the beach air, the salty tang waking him further from his sleep as he looked at his car parked just a few feet away, the morning mist dripping from the maroon paint. He debated whether to walk or drive to the diner down the street and mentally flipping a coin, decided that dri...
Melanie closed her umbrella as she stepped into the back entrance of the coffee shop where she worked, placing it into the narrow can near the door where someone who worked there insisted it was a trash can and kept spitting their gum into it. Judging from the pink wad she extracted from the can last time, it was a coworker who still chewed bubblegum. She wa...
Bishop Takes Knight - Knight takes Bishop Part One By quarter to seven on Friday night, the fifty-fifth floor of the "Shard" skyscraper building was a ghost town; save two offices. Most everyone else had left to begin the weekend at five, however a few die-hard rat-racers hung on until half past six; either out of perceived obligation for some task or becau...
LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin. Copyright (c) 2016 by Acup A word of warning, I write good stories, I hope, with some d...
1. Penelope nodded timidly to the smiling air-stewardess in her neat, ironed red and black suit and followed the long line of passengers down the aisle and to her seat. She crawled to the window seat and settled down hurriedly, content the others sitting on her row hadn't yet boarded. She stared nostalgically at Athens International Airport—knowing it co...
Thanks are due, as always, to my editors, Girlinthemoon, Hal, Pixel the Cat, GeorgeAnderson and Olddave1951. Harddaysknight is my mentor and gives me critical advice. SBrooks103x also gives me a pre-post read. I have an awesome team of kind and gracious editors who keep me from looking stupid (any more than I do). Thanks guys, I love you. For those of you wh...
Love in the time of Corona I went out shopping yesterday, for something small but necessary, and wouldn't you know it, on the way back in the building I encountered workers doing repairs on a landing in the stairwell. Construction goes on during this crisis. It was a team of Latin Americans, and they were boisterous and I would have to pass through them,...
I thought I'd try a formula LW piece. You know the trope - caught the bitch - burned the bitch - humping the divorcee next door. Of course, I'm aware this particular warhorse has been ridden a few million times. So, I added a slightly alien twist, just for fun. I hope you enjoy - DT. TRINITY Trinity sits smack dab in the middle of the Journada del Muerto....
Well first off, this is set in the Jazz Age, otherwise known as 1920-1930. Plenty of things said won't make much sense to anyone born after then. So here is a little listing of said terms and an explanation. baby grand-muscle bound, not quite but same idee bimbo-This is a guy, more or less a heavy or bouncer breezer-convertible, that is a car for the dim...