"Well, that was fun! Interesting but fun. What a group of guys. I can see why they are such good friends." Karen was riding with me in my pick up after we left the barbecue at Chris's house. Dressed in her white shorts t shirt and flip flops, she was as beautiful as she always is. Her toe nails painted orange to match her fingernails with that French thing...
Clarissa closed the door to the office and walked down the five steps to the street. The news had been as she'd expected, but nonetheless it was hard to take in. She'd been found to be in the early stages of tuberculosis. She coughed again, as she looked for a Hansom cab to take her back to her one room rooming house. For a moment she thought of throwing h...
Feedback is welcome. I was sort of tricked into being in a bizarre situation but, to be honest, it was mostly my fault. It all started at the beginning of the summer when still living in Brighton. It was great to be able to go and sit on the beach and relax in the summer sun with a good book, magazine or just our thoughts. We had been to the naturist beach...
Once Cheyenne was back into her room she began to pack up her stuff by using her magic, she had decided to walk away from it all to give up the life of fighting for good since she blamed them for her losing the people that meant the most in her life. She took one last final look around the house and vanished. She reappeared in Sandals in Jamaica the place th...
Weatherfield England, Summer 2012, the London Olympics year. This is Johnno Allthwaite 'Marathon Man's story in his own words. * We was down the Flying Horse one night having a few bevvies Al and me when this bloke in a tracksuit with a clipboard and stopwatch walks in. "Hey, no trainers allowed in here," some clever dick twat in a roll neck sweater pipe...
CHAPTER 8: VIRGIN TERRITORY Introduction: The next chapter in the sexual adventures of a prep school teacher in the 1950s and 1960s, taking on from the ending of Chapter 7. ***** I had better give a name to my history colleague, since she now becomes a major participant in my story. I will call her Clio, after the Muse of History, partly because, unlike m...
Author's note: This is part of a long story. No part of it is intended to stand alone. I suggest starting with Part 1 In revising the whole story, I've corrected errors, but also filled in a lot. This has inevitably made it all even longer. My apologies to anyone who read it in the original form and now finds it changed for the worse. If you're looking m...
Thanks to John Freer for most of the nifty ideas for this story; the un-nifty ones are mine. Appalling gaps in Homer's classical education {g} heroically filled by Felix Lance Falkon and Allison George's Encarta encyclopedia. Artie pitched in with some proofing of an early version, but is not responsible for remaining errors. Also, I have gotten some commen...
Internationally acclaimed British film Star Katie O'Shea arrived alone and incognito and was whisked through Immigration and Customs checkpoints at Auckland International Airport by a burly New Zealand security man and placed into a black limo outside the airport terminal. It appeared no one had recognized her, apart from the well-disciplined customs offic...
A little different, which you've come to expect from me. Please read my profile for my stance on comments. Feel free to email suggestions or to start a conversation. Private messages work too. My favorites are the anon emails calling me a coward. Bob Seger: "I wish I didn't know now, what I didn't know then." + + + + Danielle and I met shortly after gra...