Art, part two. Ch. 10 Art has a frightening experience. Our next stop was a hair salon where apparently they had both male and female customers. A majority of the customers and attendant's were little people. I don't see the connection between height and hair, but maybe it's just a matter of being more comfortable among their own. Lisa must have called ahe...
*Play with fire, you'll get burned.* I was paged over the intercom to go meet Craig, my handler outside The Boss's office, Lawrence is the director and boss of the The Agency he gives everyone there orders and missions. I arrived and Craig was already there pacing back and forth nervously. He looked up at me, put his hands on my shoulders and told me I woul...
"Finally, happy eighteenth birthday to Jason Jones and Valerie Arians. Have a wonderful day Albright Academy." Ashleigh Miller lifted her hand from the mic cue and sighed. She took a step back and walked over to the table holding twin bingo machines that sat in the corner of the school office. Kneeling down, she opened the cabinet tucked underneath and pulle...
My name is Lisa. Life was OK really until the credit crunch and all the worries about recession. The place where I work is a food factory where they make meat products. Most of their stuff is a bit expensive and sales have fallen because of people buying cheaper food. My husband has a secure job as a coastguard. That's reliable, but we really need my wages b...
It had been just over a year since they had first met online and now their 3rd weekend together was coming to a close. Each weekend had been more intense than the previous, both of them knowing that part of its intensity was the limited nature of their ability to be together. They had just finished taking a particularly invigorating shower together and were...
After getting home from several days hectic business travel, I finished checking my mail, both snail and electronic, checked a few websites etc. Then, thinking of my soon to be home husband whom I hadn’t seen in days, came up with a welcome home that both of us would enjoy. I shut the machine down, and went upstairs to shower. I stripped off my travel clot...
Here it is 7:00 Friday night and I am still stuck at work. Since I started this new account I have been in this place no less than twelve hours each day. Fridays used to be my favorite day of the week. After a stressful long week I would always be out on the town on Friday night letting loose of all of my stress. Now I am working too late, all of my friends...
Today was the day I was supposed to be registering, but there was a problem with the computer system again. I couldn't log on at all, and there was nothing I could do to fix it. I had an unhelpful call with the helpdesk who gave 100 wrong suggestions before deciding I needed to go in to see them. While I was in there, bored out of my mind, I heard a sultry...
This story could not have been done without the efforts of Wearspurplealot. She is responsible for at least half of the writing, and I consider her parts to be the better half. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing with her. * Steve was working alone in the shop when a strange car pulled in the drive. Climbing out of the tractor he was wo...
The alarm goes off at 6:00 am as you awake to start a new day... You crawl out of your empty bed to walk toward your window and look out to see the busy Kansas City streets below your 15th story studio apartment. The noises, pollution, hot dog stand smells, and overall city stench is actually quite pleasant to you this morning. Not really sure why, but it s...