They had been out with some friends, enjoying the local nightlife, and were now no their way home. Throughout the night, he had been teasing her. Discreetly running his hand between her legs, casually reaching over and rubbing one of her breasts, brushing his lips across the back of her neck as she stood talking with her friends. The end result was that she...
The green bus crawled to a halt as I stood waiting. The queue was short, so it did not take long to get on board. The bus quickly drew away as I found a place at the back, where the seats faced each other across the aisle. I sat, taking in the sounds, smells and sights as the journey progressed. Being a man in his early sixties gives me a certain licence to...
I can't say for sure, but I think my most recent trip to the local home improvement store may have bordered on the extraordinary. Certainly I have been prone to slip a bit from reality as some latent remainders of the acid or other experiments I tried during my "less sober" years try to kick in. Before now these excursions have been the basic Exxon tiger dri...
How had it happened that he was the only person here? His two hosts were at work, and his two companions had decided to go hunting for souvenirs? Had that been it? They had all left early that morning while he was sleeping off the better part of his hangover. Had he really drank that much? He laughed silently to himself upon realizing that he had indeed, and...
Jessica sighed as she considered what to wear for her husband; she was torn between something practical and sensible or something sexy. Wearing something sexy would trigger the attention of both her husband and looks from other men. Something sensible would bring certain tutting and disapproval from her husband. She knew that she would crave the attention of...
I really hadn't planned on spending that weekend the way I did. Someone else had thought that they should kidnap me and use me as their toy. The someone, in this case, was a man I had dated thirty-five years ago. My name is Isabel Duncan, I am now a fit and trim sixty-six year old woman. At least that is my normal description. In my youth I worked with our...
The old house on River Road creaked and groaned loudly, almost as if its elderly bones hurt. Nobody heard the sounds because the house was empty and had been since the last owners abandoned it in 1924. The grass had been taken over by straw grass and weeds. The bushes were over grown and scrapped against the clapboard siding. The screen door hung askew by on...
I am not an evil woman, although the history books will probably depict me thus. More misled I think, vain certainly, weak, perhaps. But before I die, entombed alive in this prison cell, I will tell my story and may it haunt you for all your mortal days, a warning to those who embrace greed and ambition. My tale begins in Hungary where I was born in 1561, I...
Ben walked into the squad room and straight up to Anderson's desk. "Hey, Trigger Happy, could you run the camera and tape recorder in the observation room? I got a talker. You're not going to believe this shit." "Yeah, sure, Ben. Let me grab a cup of coffee." Anderson sighed. He didn't mind the Trigger Happy thing, really. It was standard for anyone on temp...
Her name was Yelena Podrova and she lived alone. The first snows had come early that year. She knew this would mean suffering. The villagers were unprepared for such an early onset of winter. The late crop of beets was ruined by frost and animal fodder was in short supply. It was going to be a ‘seven-coat winter’. Of course the war made things worse. Many of...