Simon first saw her as he walked through one of the rougher streets in town. He couldn't help but stare at her long red hair, sharp facial features, milky white skin and the tight velvet jacket she wore over an even tighter leather dress. He looked her up and down, admiring her modest but perky bust, her thin but shapely body and her simply perfect legs. Si...
Despite my promise to limit this story to two installments, the characters have suggested more. This is the third part of their story. While I hope that this story may be read enjoyably by itself, reading the first two parts first will put this continuation of the story in context. I suppose that I should apologize for this story's length. This story is a wo...
****** This is the fourth story in the universe of Project Lifeboat. It will probably make more sense if you read the other three, Midsummerfest 1, Midsummerfest 2 and Community Service. VM ****** "Hmm," Gorki Malenkov mused out loud, "the little stinker has reached the Gate satellite. Who'd have guessed?" Sam Tanaka cut his connection to the Worldwide...
Jean watched Emma apply her make-up in the silver lacquer of the mirror. It wasn't clean and casual, like Jean did hers. Emma lingered on every brushstroke, every flavored dab, like an artist composing a masterpiece. And she never looked at Jean. "I'm back," Jean said, emphasizing it, though the point had been made abundantly clear by the vast Phoenix Effec...
This chapter happened two weeks after introducing Alex to Rayne's adventures. The Sunday after that night Rayne and I discussed a lot of things and made a decision that I was going to move into the house with her. The following Tuesday we recruited Alex into helping me move from the apartment. We couldn't do it that Sunday because I slept late again and Rayn...
Bzzt. Bzzt. A faint vibration awoke Claire, and she blinked sleepily in the early morning light. She had a moment to wonder why on Earth she'd set her cell phone alarm so early, and then she rolled onto her back and suddenly remembered. The soft ropes Sebastien had used to tie her hands to the headboard the night before were still there. That would make her...
In life there are times when through boredom, indifference, or desire we knowingly place ourselves on the edge of a precipice. We can peer over that edge and imagine or fantasize about taking that leap without actually doing it because the image or fantasy is sweeter than the reality. This is one of those times. I had to ask myself. OMG!!...what did I do??...
Based on a true fantasy Alys was not a tourist in Japan. She was not a stranger stumbling down the rabbit hole into a land of bizarre customs and nonsensical sounds. No burbling jabberwocks bothered Alys: she spoke enough Japanese for small-talk, read enough kanji to skim a newspaper. She had her favourite brands and bands, her network of contacts in lang...
"I'll take my coffee on the terrace thank you Brabinger" "Very well Lady Archer" Lady Helen Archer stood politely as the waiter moved her chair discreetly back allowing her to depart from her table. It was Tuesday and the country club was full of the usual suspects. She counted three Earls, a Duke and at least four Mistress's as she made her way to the ter...
Famous last words. The very words I told myself only moments after Shawn rolled out of my bed. I had no excuses for it either, and though I had said that, and meant it, that didn't change the consequences one iota. I knew then I had fucked up my life, my relationship with Shane...Shawn's twin sister. I had met Shane at a party a few weeks earlier, not knowi...