If you have the feeling you've read this before, you have. I inadvertently mis-numbered this chapter and having done that, was refused posting of the final two sections. My apologies for busting up the continuity. * Chapter 14 When Marion and Bill vacated the apartment, Bill had given it to Sam Carstairs. He had been living alone and spent almost every ho...
Jane spent an extra day in Boston since nothing was flying, and the train service was spotty at best. For two days driving was a no-no from Washington to Maine and beyond. We didn't leave Jane's house until the next morning, Wednesday. The Cambridge crew was likewise marooned together. Fran explained the surreptitious plan to wear out Ned, thus he had reache...
Volume One - Ivy Book Three - Dinner with an Angel Prologue The Lonely Walk Ivy walked down the long, narrow hall to the elevator at the end. She pushed the down button and waited just a few seconds, although it seemed like an eternity as she held herself from running back to the door that was now closed. As the steel doors opened in front of her, the po...
The concert was going to be a country/western concert, so Patty wore a pair of extremely low hip hugging jeans. The zipper in the fly in front was only about an inch and a half long. In the back she showed a good inch of butt cleavage. She wore low rise panties with a pantie liner to catch all the cum that Don had fired into her. While the pants had original...
A member of a Twitter writers’ community asked how authors should present their social and political ideals in their work. I responded to only include them if they are relevant to the story; not to hit readers over the head with them. So I apologize in advance if you have a headache from reading this. If you’re a troll, I’m sure you’ll find a lot of material...
Growing up in a small hometown in Michigan it never occurred to me I might be 'called to duty', to provide a service to the military but such is the innocence of youth that there were many things of which I had no inkling that were to befall me. I was christened Veronica by my parents (although Daddy often used to call me 'little Miss pretty blue eyes') bu...
The following day: "Tell me the truth, master," said Becca. "Okay. Ask your question then." They were seated on lounge chairs by the hotel swimming pool. Becca was in a bikini outfit that seemed to attract a lot of staring eyes at her. She was lying on her face, presenting the sun with her back while some of the hotel guests got a good view of her round b...
It was Saturday, and I was on the bus heading home from the grocery story, awkwardly straddling three grocery bags. I felt a buzzing in my pocket, so I reached in and pulled out my phone. "Guess what I'm doing right now?" It was a text from Angie. I pecked away at the numeric keyboard — the iPhone was still a few years away. "No idea." A moment later, m...
Wednesday morning I wake up in bed, alone. I assume Heather is still with David. I have to admit I miss her and I am more than a little concerned as I dress and leave the room not knowing for sure what has happened to my wife. A part of me wishes things could be as they were before we came on this trip. I reminded myself that I had started this and that I h...
Without saying a word, my wife had placed a newspaper clipping on the table in front of me; she now sat watching me intently as I read it. The article had been taken from our local paper and described how Newton Spencer, the well known photographer, was to be holding auditions locally to find models for his next shoot. Newton Spencer is best known for his us...