This chapter picks up right where the last one left off. I recommend starting from the beginning, but if you want to jump into the action go back at least to chapter 8. Enjoy! ***** The rest of the afternoon preceded much like any day at the beach. They shared the lunch Keiko had prepared—for which Sam discovered she still had plenty of appetite—waded in t...
He had asked her to leave the side door to the cathedral unlocked and to wait for him in the loft. It was not the first time they had met so Emmy was comfortable with this arrangement. She was sitting at the Farfisa pipe organ playing Bach, a warm-up piece she could have played in her sleep. The creak of the heavy loft door brought her out of her daydream bu...
Eric settled into his seat at the back of the plane. After being bumped, he and Tess were finally on their way home. The red eye flight was mostly empty. It wasn't the four o'clock flight liked they had planned, but at least it was a flight. He looked at Tess and smiled. It had been an interesting week. Eric chuckled has he thought about the look on Max's fa...
GLORYHOLE is similar in temperament to other stories of mine such as 'With a Band and a Flash', and 'The Death of a Modern Man', in that it is lighthearted. So, if you liked those, you should like this one. Bluey from TDoaMM even makes an appearance in this one. Whether it belongs in Loving Wives or not, well, that's debatable. I'm happy to refund what you p...
The idea of the betrayed professor was inspired by Wendylicker's great series Making an Honest Woman. This story takes a different point of view. If you hated my previous stories, you will undoubtedly hate this one, and comment accordingly. Let 'er rip. If you enjoyed my previous stories, I hope you enjoy this one. Thanks to psiberzerker for his valuable c...
______ 7 ______ I was already wearing my windbreaker and drinking a cup of coffee when Hans abruptly banged on my door at exactly seven thirty the next morning. He was wearing bib overalls with a light grey jacket and his infamous Caterpillar ball cap. He looked exactly as he had the first time I had met him, thirty five years earlier. Now at seventy five y...
Thanks to The Costermonger, Hale1 and Findegil for their editing. ***** Q was out of town for two weeks. That's my wife. Her name really isn't "Q," it's Monique, but that's what I call her. It just developed, don't ask me how, but she loves it. I call everyone I care about little pet names. I was enjoying my two weeks of freedom. I was eating. Meat, lots...
The weather in Chicago sucks: the winters are cold and last too long, and the summers tend to get hot and stifling, but in between these extremes you get days in spring and fall when you can feel nature downshifting and changing gears and you feel yourself accelerating too, the seasons pushing you towards something new and exciting, somewhere you haven't bee...
Angie and Stewart met like many couples do. Their eyes stumbled across one another through a drunken haze, in a hot and steamy nightclub, when the lights were dim and the energy was weak at the end of the night. Friends had driveled down to just a few, and through the dim window a sparkling gem was desired. Gradually people left and faded away as the night...
Sara and I have been back in LA for about a month. The producers and writers patched up their differences and everyone was back to work. I'm directing again and loving it. Sara was still protesting but several of her cases were moving toward resolution. Sara was in full take no prisoners mode in her negotiations with the other parties. She and I attended a g...