***** A great many people have undertaken to portray Agatha Christie's Belgian detective, Hercule Poirot, but in my opinion, none has done it as well as David Suchet, star of ITW productions of Poirot. It is his image that I use as my visual and those of Hugh Fraser (Captain Hastings), Pauline Moran (Miss Lemon) and Philip Jackson (Chief Inspector Japp). EN...
Looking back over the years I realise that I have been a very lucky man indeed. I have had the most wonderful wife who has been my companion through thick and thin, and this is my way of paying tribute to her, i.e. telling the whole world about her, although I have changed the real names of everyone I mention for obvious reasons. Patricia used to be a Danc...
We all have those friends whom I refer to as "incidental friends." They're the kind of people you don't mind hanging out with but you would never have them around if not for the group of friends of which you are both a part. Most of the time, these types of relationships evolve very little if at all. Sometimes, incidental friends become very real friends. Th...
"I'm going out with the girls from work again tonight Graham, you don't mind do you?" asked his wife Teresa. "No no, not at all," was all her husband could muster, as his mind sought to control his thoughts. Graham knew it was to be tonight because previously he had managed to look into Teresa's diary and he saw pencilled in for tonight the names of Guy a...
A Fantasy In The Shade of Blue The Australian outback. I had dreamt of this place for years. I didn't know much about it but I knew that one-day I wanted to see it. Unfortunately, being the complete bungling idiot that I am, I made arrangements for the flight there and not for much else. Honestly I thought I'd figure it out as I went along. Once there, I...
Charlie Harming was feeling smug. It had been a great idea - setting up the website. Okay, he had stretched things a bit with the nickname he gave himself, but the website had worked to perfection. Prince C. Harming. Problems sorted, training given, punishment administered. Phone..., E.mail... Remarkably people had responded. He smiled - it had been a fairy...
It was almost noon on a beautiful summer Saturday, and I was still in bed wearing my nightgown. Lori burst into our room and started rummaging through my dresser. "What the hell are you doing? And didn't you leave for your picnic or whatever?" She tossed me a pair of bikini panties. "I get that you're upset you broke up with Donny," she said, "but I'm not...
There is NO explicit sex in this story. "Honey, it's not what it looks like. I can explain." Right! That pathetic bit of sophistry has been around since before the dawn of recorded history. I'm sure the first chronicled account appeared in a set of drawings on the wall of a cave. The first picture would have shown the offended mate catching his woman in f...
The next day was Friday, and Georges was due back from Paris. The two women had gone to the local market to collect groceries; the cook had the weekend off and Georges was a celebrated amateur chef, Vivette told Laura: he would want to cook dinner for their guest himself. The man that came home that evening was not who Laura was expecting. He was tall, almo...
Ever since I was a kid growing up, my favorite dessert has been Boston Cream Pie. Little did I know that, as a grown and married man, I would one day live in Boston and eat a creampie of a different sort, courtesy of my whore wife. But before the shouts of "wimp cuckold" are unfurled, let me start my story nearer the beginning... It was February 14. Since D...