CHAPTER 1 The recruitment team interviewing applicants to train as co-pilots with Capella Aviation left the youngest guy to last, expecting to ridicule Danny Mortimer (24) who'd just scraped in at the minimum age and yet was claiming 5320 hours as a pilot. "Are you twenty-four or more like thirty, claiming these amount of flying hours as a licensed pilot?"...
I had seen his picture, but didn't know what to expect. His picture had him with a full beard and long, wavy brown hair and green eyes. He had a nose that was a little big but not too much, and a smile that's the kind I like: genuine, warm, friendly, and even cute. He even had dimples, which matched up with how he was as a baby. I had to see those - after al...
She was very cute. She was not very tall, barely five feet. She had the body of an athlete and moved like a cat. She had somewhat small breasts but more than compensated for that with the most delicious, heart shaped, world-class ass I had ever seen. She was gay. We were co-workers but rarely saw each other there. We were, however, both members of "the gan...
Authors Notes: Disclaimer: Celebrity appearances in this series are in no any way to be considered realistic. They are included for the entertainment of open-minded adults only. Their thoughts, words, and deeds are in no way indicative of the real celebrity. They exist here only to build a story around. Frank Harris had just seated himself at his rada...
* * * * * Meditation, Jules Massenet (from his opera Thais) Performed and recorded by PostScript (c) 2019 Yamaha Keyboard, Yamaha Synthesizer (orchestra) Best if you have good speakers or a headset on your computer. Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (4 min/mp3) * * * * * ~~~ XIV Modern Day Nashville ~~~ I had finally chased Gary out just...
Up To Camp "I think you made that up," Mary said, 'I think it's something you tell the tourists to mess with their heads." "I did not make it up." "I'm sorry," she responded, shaking her head, "But I don't believe porcupines fall out of trees." Mary had been appalled by how many roadkill animals they had seen since they'd turned off the interstate and on...
[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. With some occasional historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons,...
James Brat was riding his horse down a narrow country road not know where it was going to take him. James was a gambler by trade and had just been run out of Horseshoe Bend. Well, not run out but the sheriff made it very clear to him that he had over stay in welcome in their town. Bent wasn't at all surprised because he had taken the Mayor and two of the cou...
She asked if I was hungry. "Starving. Squatting and deadlifting make me so hungry." "Me too." Our town was dry, meaning you had to leave the city limits to buy alcohol. She drove us to a small town which was wet. It was a nice day, a welcome break from the heat. We sat outside on a picnic bench. Our waitress brought us a bucket of beers. We ordered hambu...
Much of Tinsel Town lived and died by what their status in the trade papers was. Luckily for East Coast Image, that wasn't the case. Put it this way, we never reserved a wall for clippings that mentioned our name. But for me, all that was about to change. Following my call to Chuck Tyler, I called Roger Sullivan and we began the process of a possible me...