The phone rang. When I answered it the child's voice on the other end said "Hey Pappy, you gots company. Can I send her over? "OK, Shrimp. Did she say what she wanted?" "Nope, she just asked for you." "OK. Tell her I live in the little red house about a half mile down the road." Shrimp is my grandson. His Dad is my son Billy. They live in the house where...
There I was, a young, somewhat newly married woman standing in front of "Encounters," a swingers club for couples and singles, more specifically a club for "discreet couples and singles" or at least that's what their online slogan had read. I clutched my small white leather bag in my hand and nervously looked down at my wedding ring, twisting it in a circle...
Pt. XVIII: Safari Snatch Caitlin, Kim and Sal rode their Harleys from Dyer, Nevada, across the border and into California, heading north. They crossed back into Nevada at Topaz Lake and headed up I-395 to Reno. Right up to the casino-hotel where Thomas Peterson had been murdered they rode. Jack had reserved the other super suite for them. Peterson lost hi...
Chapter 2 -- Cleaning Day Calliope woke alone in her own bed to the silence of the house. Rubbing her eyes she sat up and looked around for a clock. There wasn't one and she wondered about that as she slipped from the bed. Padding quietly through the bathroom that linked their two rooms she peaked into Padraic's room listening to his heavy breathing and rea...
Chapter 4 -- 'O' level sex education. There can only be a few really life changing experiences in a lifetime. Jenny was one of mine. It had been a very slow day. A rainy Wednesday. It was almost six p.m. Nearly time to go home. Then the buzzer went. Hugo and I left the room so that Karen, (Shelly was on her day off.) could do the business. When Karen asked...
First, credit to the Editor of this one: Finchly. This is a story that is a few years old, I thought I'd get it out the way before I begin publishing my newer ones. The ending leaves the door open to a sequel which will, in all probability, never get written. ***** Android. A change of circumstances I know why I was recruited, and it wasn't only my acade...
The following morning Sammy was in Mrs Pardoe's class sewing a plain white collar onto a skimpy black dress. It was a compulsory project. During their first term all sissies had to produce their own parlour maid outfit, and it had to be done by hand because Mrs Pardoe claimed exclusive use of the only sewing-machine in the house. Sewing was one thing he hate...
This story takes a bit to get going. This is called plot. This is a story inspired by old fashioned pulp tales, the kind of fiction, I devoured as a child and still favor. I hope that you enjoy it. ***** Michael Pierce and his brother-in-law, Denton Whitemarsh burst into the constable's office in Calcutta, both were in extreme excitement, but Michael seeme...
It has been some time since I have updated this journal and I am struggling to find the courage to do so now. Many things have happened, the least of which is my slide into depression and despair. Even as it hurts me physically I am going to detail the events of the last few days to try and relieve the mental torment. I had decided that the pretence of bein...
After spending the day training a group of engineers and staff up in Holbrook the other day, I met a few for drinks at a local lounge. The place started to fill up with a mixture of people. Some seemed to know one another and others just seemed to fit in. A few people came over to the table and the two men got up and shook hands, there was no introducing me...