Chapter 1: The Auction I listen alertly for Sir's soft approach. Not so long ago, he could come within inches of me, and I would have no idea until after the first welt rose on my bottom, or his fingers were locked cruelly around my throat. In the last few months, my ears have become much more attuned to Sir's whereabouts, and it is rare that I don't sense...
Who in his right mind calls me on the phone at 7 a.m. on Sunday unless it's an emergency? "Hello." My greeting to whomever was calling was not exactly warm and fuzzy, but neither was it in-your-face hostile. After all, it could have been my mother. "Tom, hi. It's Kim. I'm at the airport. Did I wake you up?" I wanted to sound more civilized. Really, I did,...
Maggie O'Malley considered herself lucky, at least in the fact that her family's curse had not afflicted her. Then again until she started her graduate degree she had closed herself off to the possibility of romantic relationships. She joked that by earning another degree she was giving the curse another chance to work its magic. Here she was a few months fr...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
As analytical as Lacey could be, it surprised some people that she had decided to write her thesis on the elusive Bigfoot. For months now, Lacey had been interviewing people claiming to have had encounters with the mysterious creature. She had logged hours of videotape and more hours transcribing. More recently she had moved to the next phase of her thesis,...
My main lovers in college were Kerry and Kim, with a one-nighter named Bobbie, not counting a number of threesomes and foursomes with friends and strangers. My future wifey, Vera, came along later. There was, however, one girl that I forgot about—literally, forgetting her and rediscovering her three times in four years. Laurel was short, thin, long nosed,...
It was paper time. Ed hated this time of the semester. This was when his more promising students would begin to let him down. Thesis time. He sat at his desk in his office, on campus, and just leaned back in his chair, arms behind his head. The posters on the wall all had jovial inspiring sayings. But today, they weren't having the desired calming effect...
At Vicky's insistence, I delayed my deadline by two days, giving us the whole weekend to make up for lost time in our relationship. Being honest, I did in fact need that break. When I returned to my thesis, I felt refreshed, energetic, focused... and at peace. I got the revisions done at a record pace. Milton himself seemed to notice my good mood when I fin...
The steam was covering the second story window. The smell of his body wash was lingering in the room. Was this real she thought? Had she really spent the night with Chad Davidson, the hottie from the university lacrosse team? Me? Beth? Quiet, un-noticed, too caught up in her books... Beth? The library had just closed for the night and it was still early. B...
This story contains no intimate sexual scenes. It is entirely fiction. Hopefully you will find the theme interesting. There will be a second chapter but you are invited to submit your own sequel. My sincere thanks go to Techscan for editing. He made well over 500 corrections. THE FOURTH WIFE, DEJA VU I was sitting there thinking something was seriously wro...