Sometimes Jenny says I need a thicker backbone. That may be true but I am comfortable with who I am. I'm not super macho. I'm not John Wayne. I'm more William H. Macy but I like myself that way. Certainly Jenny rarely complains about me not being male model. She brags to her friends about my cooking ability and my skill with massage and pedicures. I love my...
"Your financial accounting is abysmal, Miss Hancock." said the man from the Department of Inland Revenue. "Some of the necessary records are incomplete and others are totally missing. How can you hope to complete a Tax Return for your business without appropriate qualifying evidence?" Miriam Hancock eyed him with some malevolence as he poked the documents i...
It was Saturday morning and I awakened first. I should have been at the marina. Lisa was curled up in a fetal position sound asleep. She had my right hand in her two. She had the thumb of her right hand in her mouth. I had to get up. I whispered, "Lisa, Lisa," I felt her move, then move more rapidly, "Oh, Larry you're." "We're in bed together. Remember?"...
In a room full of preening playboys, this man stands out. They circle and leer and lunge. He hangs back. The predatory hoof-drag-huff-and-snort, the gaudy-ruffled-feather dance around me, blurs and fades to background noise against his subtler brand of watchfulness. As the night slides on, he's all I see. A residual veneer of vanity won't allow me to rea...
I close my eyes and feel the rhythm of the music. My arms are over my head and my hips sway sinuously. I love to dance, to give myself over entirely to the beat. My dress is a second skin, alternating bands of lycra jersey and fishnet. A band of jersey barely conceals my nipples, but the shape of my unsupported breasts is plainly visible through the fishnet...
Chapter Six: Interrogated! Outside the office, in the main body of the warehouse, the men carrying Pat dropped their load in front of the table. Others of Cartwright's gang, who had not been in the office, gathered around, while some of their fellows, still out due to the mercy bullets, lay on cots. The giant Pat had fought outside, and his companion, both...
Be advised this story is intentionally rife with POV shifts, misdirected adjectives, and other wanton misuse of literary convention. Please turn back now if such fripperiness gets on your nerves. Thanks. : ) L8. * The Adventures of Lionel & Sondra chapter one -- watching TV "Television? But you never watch television. And you know I don't either."...
When I woke up the next morning my wives were snuggled warmly about me. I just lay there like a sultan of Araby, soaking it up. I drowsily considered the most cost effective way to do my work. If I continued to stay in hotels as I made my rounds, it was soon going to get very expensive. Even if every hotel gave me the same type of excellent discount Mr. Wa...
Sorry for the break. This batch has taken a little longer than I expected to work out a couple things. Note: The next chapter won't be in Interracial but it'll come back here after that. It just will cover a topic that some people might be really bothered by and I wanted to avoid upsetting anyone. -- I woke up the next morning to a sadly empty bed. Carly h...
All characters are 18 years or older. Welcome to the eight installment of this series. I hope you enjoy. This will hopefully fill in some of the gaps I have been hinting at in previous stories. Please feel free to vote, comment or offer suggestions. This is a long one, it took a while to weave it all together. ***** HIPS: Hiding In Plain Sight [a franchis...