Chip announced that there were still more pictures to be taken. Everyone was still confused, until Chip said that the officers still needed new pictures for the plaque. Suzi and Amanda sputtered and were absolutely unable to speak. Cindy, however, jumped to her feet and screamed at Chip. She told him in no uncertain terms that no one was photographing her pu...
Tribar Mews meanders just shy of two furlongs south of the High Street; about half-way down it doglegs to the right. A few doors in on the left lies The Mitred Abbess, the local for the neighbourhood working classes. Hard by the end, still on the left, sits The Slap and Tickle, magnet for fun-loving uni students from the surrounding boroughs. These two publi...
Author's note: All of my stories are fiction. Any similarity to real life is purely coincidental. If this offends you, move on, if not enjoy. *** My wife and I were on our way to our camp and decided to stop at Smitty's bar on the way there. It's about half way and we occasionally stop. It is a little hole in the wall bar and they have decent food. Smitty...
We walk down the hall and approach the bar. "What are you?" "OMG, I am a wet dirty slut." We walk in and there is a female bartender behind a U shaped bar with four tables across from the bar on one side and a dance floor across the bar on the other side. There is a short hallway off the dance floor with the restrooms at the end of the hallway. There is a...
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DATELINE: Central Aegean Sea. Cyclades Islands. Mykonos. Greece April 16th 2004. A picture postcard sun set slowly yesterday over this picturesque island. I am here trying to earn my living. I don’t remember how I stumbled into freelance travel writing, but here I am, twenty years on. I’m here pursuing a paycheck from travel pieces promoting the opening of...
It had been on his mind eternally, a yearning to meeting those of a similar frame of mind especially those females who had stated they had an admiration for his work, but only via e-mail comments thus far. A meet had been arranged at a quiet café in a small town to the south of where he lived; the venue determined as somewhere where all could remain incognit...
A New Con Adventure -- At The Bar It turns out being at a convention far from home is one of the best aphrodisiacs a guy could ask for. Away from folks back home, almost no chance of being recognized and the allure of all the "normal" places one would visit. Like the bar. Tom was sitting at one of the tables just off to the edge of the bar area. It was an...
We were nearing opening weekend of deer season but I was getting excited for a different reason this year. My wife had agreed to find a friend to help her volunteer at Smitty's for the weekend knowing it would be crazy busy with all the hunters and the regular waitress would be back at college. She had already helped Smitty out twice by volunteering when he...
Judy an I were planning a four day weekend in Atlanta before I attended a conference there on Monday. We left Tampa late evening on Wednesday and arrived at the Atlanta airport where retrieved our rental car. We then checked into our hotel near the airport. We asked the clerk at the hotel where we could settle down and get a couple of drinks. He said that t...