The flight over from San Francisco was smooth and without incident. Jolie passed through customs unmolested. A short cab ride from LaGuardia dropped her off at the up-market Silsbury Vale Hotel. Jolie had been instructed not to write anything down, she had memorised the room number, seven-one-two. Her knock was answered by a heavy set man in his sixties....
She would sunbathe on her porch next to mine. We lived in the same apartment complex and I would fantasize about the graceful nape of her neck. The sweat collecting on her belly often winked provocatively at me as she sizzled in the sun so nearby. I wondered what it might be like to sweep her to me with manly confidence, yet every time I thought about approa...
I was at a concert I had no right being at. I couldn't pick out Marilyn Manson in a line up, we were going to see Korn next and I can't say I've ever heard one of their songs. The tickets were expensive, but at least it wasn't my money. My friend Mary, a Librarian with a love of cats and crochet also has an affinity for what I would call "boy music" and enou...
13 May Flying rats. That is what the natives call them. True, they leave splatter upon the monuments and pander constantly. Still, rat brings an ugly image to mind. And this lovely one certainly doesn't deserve that stigma. They are an iconic part of cities, especially Italian cities. I have been watching this particular blue and white bird for a few minute...
I love where I live, it's close to town, but still secluded. I live on the edge of what I call a ravine, a hundred plus foot deep wooded valley with a small stream running through the bottom. It doesn't leave me much of a back yard, but it also means that there are no neighbors behind us. The closest house I have that direction is nearly half a mile across t...
As she sat on her stool at the bar she watches him, watches how both sexes flock round him. There was something about him but she could not quite put her finger on it, his face looked familiar but his name escapes her. He glances up from the crowd around him and smiles at her, she glances round to see who else stood nearby that he could be smiling at. No on...
The things I do for love, veteran trickster and all-around master thief and conman Nicky Spurgeon thought to himself as he looked at the statuesque, fit and sexy blonde-haired beauty standing before him. Grinning maliciously, Jess Barrett looked Nicky up and down, and nodded her approval. The sight of the tall, muscular and drop-dead gorgeous African-America...
We ambled aimlessly through the soft, crystalline blanket of white. The dreamy shroud of night obscured our visual perception, nevertheless, heightening our hearing. The rhythmic whoosh of water crashing against rocks soothed us. Brandon had finally shown me his secret place--the kind of place where people searched their souls, heightened their perceptions,...
"Nice of you to show up, Lieutenant." The British ambassador said with an air of disgust. "Sorry,sir. It won't happen again, sir," Lt. Percival replied. He looked over at Capt. Roberts who rolled his eyes. "We do things a little different in the English military. Oh, well, we can continue." As the ambassador began the briefing, Percival nudge the officer...
Abbey paused at the cemetery’s high-gated entrance, shivering with cold and the tiniest hint of apprehension. This is crazy, she thought. I should just leave and come back tomorrow. It’s already getting dark. She turned west and briefly admired the sky, streaked with brilliant pink and orange as the sun disappeared over the horizon. The cemetery was wreathed...