Chp.1 IT'S AN OLD building, for sure. Yes. I work on the top floor alright, and the view is great, when I bother to look at it at all. There is a medium sized potted rubber plant in one of the elevators. I timed it. It takes exactly 3 minutes, 31 seconds from lobby to the top, or vice versa - assuming no stops on the way. They need a faster one....
He didn't realise it, but John was out cold for a couple of hours. When he awoke he was lying in what appeared to be a private hospital ward which held only the bed he rested on. Trying to sit up, he realised he still ached, that memory at least was real. A surge of panic then spread over him as he realised he had no means to pay for his stay in this obvious...
"To argue with a person who has renounced the use of reason is like administering medicine to the dead." ― Thomas Paine While you were sleeping ― buying your seventh BMW, getting married, paying "taxes," pumping out progeny, or watching TV ― the following happened: The motorized cock pump sputtered. The hairy husband sporting it set flame to the business...
Chapter 2: The Awakening I woke up with a start only to find myself in my own bed, in my own apartment. If the past two nights had been real, I was back here for a reason. I looked around. With the blinds pulled tight over the windows my apartment was dark but empty. For some strange reason, I could sense that I was alone and despite the darkness, I coul...
Shanti didn't see Adi Reddy for almost a week. She wondered if he was trying to avoid her. She'd spoken several times with Ramya, once even telling her of all she'd witnessed that day in the teacher's lounge. Ramya's response had heartened her. The woman hadn't been mad at her at all. If anything, she'd been pleased. "Angry at you for spying? Hell, no! If I...
Man fed up with women swears never to be involved with another one. Can't live with them and can't live without them? Oh, yeah? Wanna bet? Just watch me. I'm done with women. Finished. I've had it. After three failed marriages and three divorces women are all alike. A sucker for a pretty face and a hot body, I'm a sucker for love, but not anymore. Only, n...
Please read the previous chapter ***** Rhea ground her head back against the pillows, a low, breathy moan escaping her lips. She caught a glimpse of hooded, green eyes before the man's head dropped to her flushed chest. Hot, molted heat engulfed her nipple and she almost jerked off the bed. Rhea's hands flew to the man's hair; whether to pull him away or t...
THE SLOPE Disoriented and shivering, Kristen stood frozen at the precipice of a steep ski slope looking down. It was dusk and bitterly cold. Snow and hard pellets of sleet were falling fast and furiously. The trail looked hard and icy. "Steep, huh?" The deep, wry voice snapped Kristen out of her trance-like state. She had enough presence of mind not to as...
Marge Paper groaned and held her aching head between her hands. She had already taken three extra strength aspirin with a glass of orange juice that had nearly made her throw up again. If she could just get the coffee going and maybe get some food in her stomach, she might survive this hangover. Again. Her hands trembling, she finally managed to poor water...
François Renard was a stagehand and handyman at the theater of the Ballet De Paris. He was a huge man, almost seven feet tall with wide shoulders and hands large and strong enough to crush a coconut, but he was very gentle giant. Most of those who saw him thought he was slow witted because he seldom spoke. Also he had a foolish smile which came out any time...