*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual behavior are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned. *.*.* His first job was as an instructor at the University of Louisiana at DeGarde. When he waddled into the classroom, glasses sliding down his no...
Okay, I admit it. I was a prude. A 32-year-old accountant who always dressed in just about the most conservative business clothes possible (and Dockers and conservative blouses on my time off, what there was of it). Never married, and aside for a few brief and highly unsatisfactory dalliances, I had essentially no sex life. I was, on the other hand, a pretty...
As always special thanks to the editing skill of mikothebaby, for her kind time, and patience in making this story readable. All and any errors are mine. ++++++ My wife, Amanda, was trying to hold back her tears as we walked across the campus away from my youngest son's dorm room. We had just got him all moved in, and now Amanda was sniffling, as was our n...
Author's notes: Apologies to my readers. I realize it's been far too long since my last posting. Real life tends to get in the way of my writing. The love of my life finally lost her six year battle with cancer and that has really taken the wind out of my sails. In addition to that, I seem to have lost contact with my editor and haven't been able to find a...
Authors Note: Dear readers, join me for a Wild West encounter with rogue trader Adam Lucas and his incredible team of women, terrorizing Wall Street from high up in the Rockies. ***** Trading in Strange Places - Part 1 - A Visit from the Home Office Chapter 1 - Ellen Arrives I answered on the first ring. "Lucas here." "Ellen Peterson here." I let a lon...
Chapter 7 - Possibilities "How would one weigh the value of a success over the countless iterations and attempts it took to achieve that end? By what measuring stick is self-worth determined when the first and most damming critic is always going to be the person who created the work in the first place? Is there ever a point when stopping work on that proje...
The adventurers came to the village on Brianna's eighteenth birthday, when she was beginning to gain the womanly confidence that comes so naturally but had not yet lost the innocence of childhood. She had lived a relatively easy life—her mother had been a weaver, and she had learned the trade as well—so her figure was not bent by hard days of toil, nor the b...
When Brigadier General Harmon E. Marshall, U.S. Army, Ret., entered my office, I thought he carried himself with the air of someone used to command. He was tall and fit, with a weatherbeaten face and an erect carriage. "He cuts a very impressive figure," I thought to myself. On his arm was Mrs. Marilyn Hart, a lovely woman in her own right and one of the mo...
Part 1: Roger Ask any historian of British naval history about the late Rear Admiral Sir John Ambrose 'Bull' Bullamore, DSC, and they will tell you he is a legend: a ruddy-faced, pugnacious, larger-than-life character, the son of a humble provincial tailor who rose through the ranks due to a combination of superb tactical awareness, daring and courage in co...
I am what in Sweden is called an "old lass", the daughter who had to stay home and take care of the old parents. Like so many others I ended up unmarried and had to find my outcome on my own. My eldest brother inherited the farm. I got a small cottage in the village, though. My brother also let me use our mountain pasture as if it was mine. It is an old trad...