When John White inherited the company from his father, Charles, he also inherited his secretary. Miss Green – her first name was Marjory, but no one in the company used it – had been with the company for over twenty years. As a schoolgirl she had been very bright, and in her early teens she had been expected to go through to the sixth form, then on to unive...
Malcolm cursed as he stumbled across the road towards his house. He was drunk. Not enough to be completely incapacitated, but enough that he would have a sore head in the morning. He glanced at his phone. Just after midnight. Of course it was. He'd got the last train home from the city to the sleepy suburb he lived in with his wife and three young children....
"We'll have to be careful how we act around each other," Karen warned as they walked back down the path toward the road. "Why?" Jason asked. He was aware things between them had changed, but he wasn't sure exactly how, and he really didn't understand why Sylvia's mother was so worried about it. Karen stopped walking and turned to face him. "My darling, you...
“How did the job hunting go, Allen?” asked my mother after I had returned home from escaping the clutches of the randy Lucia. “Actually, I think I may have found a situation that suits me perfectly, Miranda,” I replied. I had been calling her by her first name ever since I turned 21. “It’s a bit early to be certain but it really does look promising. In fact...
On December third there will be a number of stories published in Loving Wives by authors far more talented than I am. The common theme will be the author's attempts to write stories about sharing a wife that is a bit off the beaten path. There's nothing unique under the sun, but maybe we can aspire instead to take the road less travelled. How each of the a...
All That Glitters -- Ch 19 What's falling apart? Its all going to hell, but not for Liramor-23. By popular request, the somewhat oversized glossary has been removed and will only be included in every fifth chapter. It will be posted in chapter twenty, and then in chapter twenty-five. There is little attempt to explain the back story, so it is necessary t...
[Once, in the distant past, in fact more than fifty years ago, there was a young boy attending Kindergarten each morning. At five years old, and in the strange ways of childhood, he had not yet reached the age where little boys and little girls considered members of the opposite sex to be more of a nuisance than anything else; something to be tolerated, but...
This story is set in the year 846 in Northern Italy. A brief glossary follows the story. Abbot Agostino winced as he made his way on the muddy track. A afternoon rain had dampened the trees and shrubs on the five mile path between the historic abbey of Ebovium and the simple hut of Niccólo the Priest. The Abbot's toes grew muddy in his leather sanda...
It was just about 4 when I pulled up in the driveway at the university where I had dropped off Holly a few hours earlier. There were a few more cars sitting at the curb, obviously other folks waiting to pick up someone from class. But the hair on the back of my neck was telling me not everything was as it appeared. I think you have heard me mention, when y...
Author's Note: Well here is the long awaited next chapter to A Ride to Heaven and Back, Part 2. Sorry it has taken so long but as I explained in Dani and the Bull chapter 12, computer problems left me without any of my previous chapters and I had to go through a lot of CD's to find the stories that needed to be finished. I also suffered a really bad case of...