================================== There's a Price to Pay for blatant infidelity. Second and final part of the follow-up to Nici's Something We Have to Talk About. Jonathan, with the help of family and friends, embarks on a plan to balance the scales. His wife has confessed to cheating on him for a year, and insists he accept an ongoing affair, or she'll...
Acknowledgements and Disclaimers: Hello BPV fans! This is a story written in collaboration with 'Hell of a Critic'. It's a side story and prequel with a 40's pulp comic style. The female character followed in this chapter, called the "Blue Jay", is an homage to characters like Spysmacher, Captain America and other pulp fiction/super heroes of the 40's. As...
Another Halloween submission, quite different than most you might read. Thank you to WanderingScot for his editing and making this a much better read. * Here I was at Joe's Restaurant. It was one of the few places I hung out and they were throwing a Halloween party. I let my friends convince me to come and here I was dressed as Batman, mask and all. Most...
This is my story. The story of my life and how I ended up here, in this place that I never thought I would be. But I am. All writers write what they know. And that is what I am and this is what I do. There is no great American novel in my future. I am not that inspired or that narcissistic. I have done my share of freelance work for some of the mid-level, b...
I was startled out of my nap by the harsh ringing of the telephone. "Hello," I croaked, my voice feeling rusty. "Alex, it's Reggie. Where have you been hiding? I haven't seen hide nor hair of you in days. Why not join me at Rick's this evening for dinner. Tell you what, laddie, you can pay. That should make you feel better," he chuckled. I cleared my throa...
"Hey Amar! Boss has asked me to go to Bangalore for three days on an official tour yaar!" Sneha going on tour? This was interesting! Why would boss ask a married woman to go off on her own to Bangalore for a tour? It generally didn't happen; specially not in his company. What piqued Amar most though, was the fact that the expression on Sneha's face was rat...
When I was 13 my family moved to the LA area of California and we lived there until I was 17, a senior in high school. My dad, a software engineer got transferred up to the San Francisco area and so we moved once again. I was pretty bummed as I had made a bunch of really good friends. On the other hand, it was probably the best thing for me at the time becau...
I still remember how I felt when I received it, my draft notice. It seems that my friends and neighbors had decided that I deserved an unsought tour of Southeast Asia. I knew it was possible, especially since the government had discontinued the college deferments, but I was still shocked. It all seemed so unreal. Basic training was grueling and exhausting....
Dismal. That was the best way to describe our ride home. Once the sexual high had worn off a bit, I'd transitioned from horny beyond belief to wondering just what the hell I'd done. What was I thinking? It was difficult to tell what Beth was thinking—as if any man had any sense of what women were thinking. But it didn't take a genius to deduce what a dumbf...
As a girl, Sue had been a parent. Her father and mother had died young, but now before giving her a baby brother to care for. So, a teenage girl, she'd stepped into the gap. Washed his clothes, done his dishes, cut the crusts off his sandwiches. All while a part of her, and it fluctuated in size every day, saw the other girls who only had to worry about diet...