This is part 4 of my Journal. I started writing it when I made a bold decision to change my life. I left my dull existence in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a man in the East Midlands of England. It is a decision that I will never regret. I have never been so happy and never had so much pleasure. Vanessa * Monday August 3 Jon was up br...
Previously on Vice Cop, Hudson and Lexa, working Homicide, went undercover chasing an elusive killer known as The Yellow Cab Killer, a taxi cab driver who murdered his passengers. The killer, disguised as a passenger, had Hudson drive him to the airport where he made his escape, teaching Hudson he couldn't always save the day. This episode has a lot of plo...
Her eyes opened glancing above to see the window behind her. Her eyes were round and filled with sleep buggers. Bright white lines of morning sun light gleamed in between the vertical blinds. The Bed, Bath, and Beyond down comforter was already pushed off her body. She was a warm sleeper. One knee was bent. The other was sprawled wide. She curled her toes. H...
In February 1978 a Regional Meeting of the Commonwealth Heads of Government (CHOGM) was being held in Sydney, Australia. In the early hours of February the 13th 1978 an explosive device detonated inside a garbage truck outside Sydney's Hilton Hotel. Two council workers were killed by the blast and a policeman died later from injuries received. This much is...
"That wasn't a bad burger," I say as Michelle and I finish our late dinner. "Yep, not as good as Smitty's but good," Michelle agrees. "Another beer?" She asks offering me a bottle. "Dr. Ripley, are you trying to get me drunk?" I joke. "Thought you might need one so you can tell me your story." I take the bottle but put it down on the table without openi...
Chapter Three: Dan's POV As soon as Tina was off the phone I called Ben, my police lieutenant friend, telling him about Menard's visit and Tina's call. "Dan I'm sorry that all this shit's come down on you, I really am. You're a great guy and you don't deserve it. That asshole Menard... he deserves all those Colombians are planning and more. If I was playi...
"Melissa, I get the feeling there's something you're not telling me." My wife of fifteen years was acting strange. Usually, she wasn't the type to clam up about anything, but for some reason she looked uncomfortable whenever I said anything about Andre, this new assistant of hers at her office. He had only been working for her for about a month, but obvious...
The Orangery was airy and lit naturally from the south side by floor to ceiling French Windows. These were now folded back alternately, along its whole length. A cooling breeze shifted the tied back lace curtaining and fans were dotted around the inner edges to further cool the room. It was large, fifty foot wide and nearly a hundred feet long. The high ceil...
“Woke up this morning, blues falling down like hail, And I got to keep on moving, cause there’s a hellhound on my trail...” - Robert Johnson The ringing was persistent and annoying, and when I was sure it wasn’t going to cease I snatched up the cradle, sighed deeply before I spoke. ‘Yeah?’ My voice was cracked and lifeless. ‘Daniel Tremaine?’ I coughed a...
Dream On An Old Man's Fantasies Let me explain the sub-title. I am a seventy-four year old widower who has not had sex with a woman in close to fifteen years. My sex life, if you can call it that, exists entirely of masturbation facilitated by an active imagination. Some of my favorite 'jerk off' fantasies appear below. Please excuse my use of a pseudonym...