SOOOOO sorry this took so long. Work and school are KILLING me. Exams are next week and I am studying like a mofo. Good news though. I'm pulling an A in microeconomics. So I promise, the wait has been worth it! This story has proven to be quite difficult to write, Marcus is a difficult nut to crack to say the least. No editor, rip away. ***** **5 YEA...
(Copyright 2001. All rights reserved). All events and characters are fictitious. * * * * * Paris. July 2001. The driver of the truck looked the three young girls up and down. He liked what he saw. "Certainly." He said finally. "I can take you as far as Calais. From there I catch the train under the water into England." He almost spat the last word. "Y...
Finela carefully squeezed the pastry bag. A fine line of red frosting slowly oozed from the tip to outline the sugar cookie on the stainless table in front of her. "Damn! This is the ten millionth cookie this year. Why can't they give me something better to do like making toys?" she thought. "But then that old fat fart is totally chauvinist. 'A lady elf's pl...
(Copyright 2001. All rights reserved). Somerset, England. July 2001. "I don't think I like the idea of you driving half way across Europe on your own." Jenny Wagstaffe said to her Daughter Natasha as they sat on a blanket on the lawn inside the walled garden of their home in Chipping Marsden, in Somerset. She helped herself to some orange squash from the b...
Note- Having heard of Kate's wilder teenage years I did some digging and discovered that she DID indeed have some righteous times in Uni. Thanks to my vivid imagination I will attempt to elaborate. x February, 2020. Another week, another school visit. Kate Middleton, Duchess of Cambridge, had to carefully stifle a yawn as she stole a glance at her watch....
Okay, so my name is Chris Johnson. I am not tall at all - I'm only 5'5" but a highly muscular wrestler. In addition, I have a dick that hangs seven inches when limp and pops out to eleven when it's erect. I'll admit, sometimes it looks a little freakish, but hey - it earned me the locker room nickname of "Big Johnson", and plenty of girls have enjoyed it! I...
***** Copyright © 2001 Manjaro ***** The pass wound down in front of me from my position at about 11,000 feet. Though they weren't in sight yet, I knew the high plains stretched away from the eastern slope toward home. If I stopped for a half an hour to water Abacus and have a bite to eat, I could still make it to the mouth of the pass before nightfall. Ab...
As I write these words about events in the year 'Twenty Thirty', the year is 'Two Thousand and One' and thus, this tale is set in the future. It is deliberately set in a not too far distant future, to allow you, gentle reader, to feel that such things as are described in this tale, may come to pass in your own lifetime. At this point I feel obliged to menti...
From her plush pad in Sta. Monica, pop teen diva Britney Spears was on the phone talking with 'J', that's Justine Timberlake, her beau, pouring out her disgust over a tabloid write-up that said she had become the role model for sluts. "Gosh, these people don't seem to care for other people's feelings," Britney had told J. This was the result of her 'I Can'...
October 2001. He had been through some changes in the last five years; left his safety-net of a job downunder, moved to the other side of the world, gotten married and brought a house. Seemed fine for a while, but now he knew that something was wrong and something that he desperately craved was missing in his life. He was just to blind to see it. December...