Chapter 3 -- Back Home As they reached Jack's village, he slowed down and pointed out one or two sights which could still be seen in the moonlight, and at the far end of the green, they turned into a small lane which led to the cottage. Jack unlocked the door, which gave straight onto the living room, and ushered Julia inside and had her take a seat. He wen...
Looking around the huge oak table I could see the presentation went well. "So, Gentlemen, all the projections are approved? Any changes, questions?" Everyone was smiling, already talking about the project. "Then, that's it. Thank you Gentlemen." And they began to leave the conference room. The CEO headed over to me - said the presentation went quite well,...
"Do you trust me?" She felt his breath ghost across her skin as he leaned close and whispered in her ear. He strode around her as she hesitated. Reaching out he lifted her chin until she faced him. "Do you trust me?" Slowly she looked into his eyes and barely moving, nodded her head. "Say it. Say the words. Say them now or this ends here." She shivered...
When I caught the flashing lights out of the corner of my eye, I froze. My muscles instantly tensed up and I recognized the sensation of warm adrenaline flooding my veins. not again. With apprehension, I glanced down at the speedometer. 40 in a 25. After pulling over and instinctively grabbing my registration & license, I glanced at the side-view mirror wai...
This is a work of fiction, intending to be enjoyed by consenting adults. If adult material offends you, please do not read further. Chrissy Langton was a typical southern Californian. She was blonde, her hair coming down to rest just above the swell of her buttocks, blue eyes and a trim, athletic body honed from hours of surfing, blading and running. And...
I would like to give some thanks and credit to Landiek for reading this story and making any corrections she could find. I really appreciate it. * "And that bell signals the end of the game with a final score of 29-0." That is the beautiful words that Scott loved to hear after every game. Scott Bryant is a student at Atlantic University in New Hampshire....
I will write this as close to the truth as I can remember it. After all I am now a sixty seven year old widow. I was married for thirty years and after I was widowed I kept my legs closed and my mouth shut for nearly five years. Then I met a group of other singles and started to think of dating again. In the group I met a man that was pleasant to be with a...
This tale that I'm about to tell ought to be kept in a diary and left to remain there. If Alex, my husband, ever get to stumble his eyes upon it – I know there's absolutely no way that I'm going to tell him about it – there's going to be hell to pay. Still I can't shake off the day Charles stepped back into my world, so here I'm going to tell it all as it we...
George was apprehensive about waking Jasmine this morning. He was not sure if she had forgiven him for last night's argument, even if she said she had. Never in their many years of marriage had they fought like that, and while it was exciting it was also frightening for him. He loved Jasmine very much and did not want to lose her. He held her in his arms, no...
She sped along the highway. It was 1:30 in the morning and she wanted to finally arrive at her destination. She'd been driving for what seemed like forever. She cruised into the outskirts of the sleepy little Wisconsin town, Avril's song blasting from the speakers, "I wanna be anything but ordinary, please!" She checked her rearview mirror as she caught the...