The Eighty-eighth Key Part III Chapter 18 ____________________________________ In the days and weeks after the Bennett assassinations, the City of San Francisco was living along the edge of a very sharp knife. Tourists stopped coming to see the sights, hotels emptied and flights into and out of SFO flew with most their seats unsold. Criminal enterprises...
Chapter 11 Natural Progression Over the next few weeks life continued normally, work, training and time together with Lorraine, life was very good. I even took up tennis and golf, both of which I thoroughly enjoyed and we managed to play both on as many weekends as we could while the weather held. Chrissy started to spend more time with her friends, exact...
The early morning light came streaming into my room on the eastern side of Natalie’s house looking like glowing tines on a large fork as it was sectioned by the Venetian blinds. From my vantage point it appeared that a very pleasant day was in store. However, my assessment of the morning and it’s portent for the day ahead was based on what little I could s...
Through the glass, the steel ribbons of the other track gradually stopped rushing by in a shiny blur and started to come into focus as Amtrak 871 slowed for the next station stop. The blurred yellows, oranges, golds and dull grays of the autumn countryside slowly morphed from a vivid abstract into a real-life of almost-barren, gray oaks and ashes desperately...
PART 16: REST / EVENING EVENTS Showered with mixed feelings, I thought about the day's events thus far and looked at my beautiful wife. She gazed back at me and it was such a strange sensation as I could literally feel the love and energy between us despite all of the events that had transpired. My mind brought me back to the moment; we were absolutely exh...
My beautiful Mistress is out of town for a long weekend. This is ostensible a semi-annual buying trip for one of the stores she represents, but in this day and time such trips have become arcane. I've always believed her real motive is to spend time with her friend Jan. The very thought of her between Jan's legs and lapping away at Jan's pussy made my clitty...
Prologue "I was raised by my maternal grandparents, after my mother proved she wasn't up to the task by bleeding out all over their guestroom bed. It was just minutes after I took my first breath. They never blamed me for her death. Grandmother's ire was reserved solely for the robotic midwife in attendance that day. She always had a hatred for robots and...
Thanks to the Hip and Knee doctor for editing assistance. There is no sex in this story. Sorry. The roar of a lawn mower and edger, both running at the same time, rudely disturbed my Saturday morning sleep-in. A moan from the other side of the bed indicated that I was not the only one being annoyed. Darla sat up and swung her legs over the side of the be...
I am a 33 year old black computer professional living in the Caribbean who has always fantasized about voluptuous women. Unlike in North American and European countries, the Caribbean holds dear the old African standards of beauty; 'girth' and ample helpings of breasts and booty are considered assets above all else when it comes to attractive females. While...
Pt. IX: Assignations Jack called Caitlin before he left for Pahrump. It was 5:30 a.m. his time which meant 8:30 her time. He excused his failure to be there as he said he would be when she called with the report of the urgent message from Sam Hanson. Jack briefly reported on the two new additions to the list of women who mysteriously disappeared, Candace P...