Anna meets Peter. I wheeled my bike across the plaza and leaned it up against the bench in front of the shops. As usual, it was a warm day in Palo Alto and I like to eat my lunch on the Stanford campus or the nearby pedestrian areas. I am currently teaching at an all-girls catholic school about a 5 minute ride away but I like to leave the school grounds and...
Here's my next story -- and like "Best Served Cold" and "Decisions, Decisions" it's very much about sex, but not much hardcore action. So, as I've said before -- if it's hardcore you're looking for, move on to the next offering. If you are still here, then I hope you enjoy it and I welcome feedback and criticism, and will respond to non-anonymous emails. On...
The sun will always come again, sure, but she never expected it would come twice in one day. Brynn watched the fires start from the top of the hill overlooking the tiny village. The house lit quickly, with a fluidity that was vaguely mesmerizing. The flames licked at the dry straw thatch of roofs, slowly catching the wooden walls. The sun was just beginning...
Andrew had visited Portland many times, always on business, and never had time to explore. This time, he was lucky: Friday and Saturday he had nothing "official" to do. But on Sunday, he was to head a major "wrap-up-and-report" committee. Only then could he leave. An oceanographer and good overall naturalist, he'd heard about the Portland zoo, always in su...
*** Lynne was numb after Leif left. Numb and dumbfounded. She never expected him to really leave like that. She hadn't meant to down play the seriousness in their relationship at all. She would never have done this if any other person had asked. But it was her parents, for crying out loud, and they couldn't even bear the thought of her swearing. They were...
Victoria Francis was born on February fourteenth and almost any father would have called her his “little valentine”. Her father, however was comfortably drunk and nestled between the thighs of a panting, blonde-tressed librarian in the next state. He never heard of the birth, nor would he have cared much; the impregnation of Victoria’s mother was the conc...
"You're not nervous, are you, darling?" Angelina asked Tom, as he paced back and forth across her living room. "Why shouldn't I be?" replied her 22-year-old lover sarcastically. "I'm only meeting your family for the first time." "Relax. At the rate our relationship is going, you were going to have to meet them sometime. You might as well get it over with n...
The story might seem slow to build up, but hopefully the reader will be satisfied by the end. Please note that it shifts back and forward between times. ***** It's a windy day in June, 1956. The clouds chase across the sky as a woman walks among the rows of crosses in the American war cemetery in Colleville-sur-Mer, Normandy. Next to her is a boy, about el...
THE PITCH A beeping signal blaring into her ears forced Lilith Lokisdotter to open her eyes, which blearily focused on some guy on TV delivering a middle of the night spiel. He wore a crimson three-piece suit over a black satin shirt and matching crimson tie, and sported a Van Dyke beard. His hair was slicked back and black as night. "Hi, there," he said....
Chapter 28 -- Epilogue Ruth Burnside did not return to her classes in the fall. Being one of the first voices against the abuses being committed in the stock market, several Illinois state legislators decided to nominate her to lead a commission studying the effects of the recent corporate scandals on state pension and school funds. Burnside, in her new rol...