This is part of a series. It should make sense by itself, but the preceding Angel stories will help. Please enjoy, and votes and comments are welcome. Nick and Thien finally... I got a postcard. Proper stamp and all. "You are invited to a special picnic. Saturday, 12 o'clock, we will pick you up. Yours, Thien." This was a bit odd. A written invite, to...
CHAPTER 18 - A FAMILIAR FACE It was the beginning of June now, and Tuyet would be back from Hue soon. But I wanted to see Nguyet one more time before that. Over the summer, Tuyet and I would have a bunch of outrageous, funny adventures again, I was certain. We hadn't spoken much during the last months, but we would have plenty of time to catch up during the...
Train journeys always make me horny. No idea why. Maybe it's the frequency of the monotonous clacking and rattling of the wheels. Maybe it's the mellow vibration. I don't know, but my thoughts always seem to drift into a certain direction. If a cat's purr have healing power, then I'm sure train rides can have some sort of aphrodisiacal effect. I will have to...
This is my submission for the Wine and Old Lace event. I'd like to thank Nora Fares and Bebop3 for giving me reads, and special thanks to my Sweet Inspiration blackrandl1958 for her advice and editing. I was working in the US Embassy in Saigon towards the end of the war. I wish I could say that I was doing something glamorous, or exciting, like a CIA operat...
Chapter 49 -- Nguyet dabbles in Prostitution "When can I finally play the hooker?" asked Nguyet as soon as we had sat down at the café. It sounded a little more dramatic than it actually was, as all she wanted was to add a little spice to our affair. I didn't answer immediately but lit a cigarette first. "Whenever you want: next week?" I replied eventuall...
This is my first submission to the site. All comments are welcome... -Santana- I paused at the library doors and stared up at the sun. It was particularly blinding that day but I barely squinted as I stared straight into its brightness. I thought back to another day like this one, a day where the sun was blinding and the air was muggy and humid. I was 17...
I'll start with the requisite description of my wife who is half french and half Vietnamese. She is five foot ten inches tall in thigh high stockings; still weighs around one-twenty-five; and fills a 34C-cup on the rare non-working occasions when she wears a bra. Her hair is nearly waist long and naturally jet black. However, she's changed colors so many tim...
NOVEMBER, 1981 The sun had set early and the snowflakes were flying thick and wet in the headlight beams. It was the kind of snowstorm that completely buries anything not moving. The couple had left the trailer park in San Jose around 2pm, and were travelling north through California's central valley on Interstate 5 to get to Klamath Falls, Oregon until the...
A love story develops as two married friends uncover an unfair between each others' spouse. * Gazing out of the conference room window and taking in the late fall landscape of Jacksonville Florida, my sights are fixed on a Wren clinging to the railing. The falling rain is a formidable opponent. I wonder why this cute little bird has waited so long to seek...
Daisy Ridley is on her phone, going over the key talking points. Shes on her way to an interview as part of the promotional tour for the new Star Wars movie. Her latest stop is in Vietnam. She was in London yesterday and in Australia the day before. Shes a little worn out, but shes excited to promote the movie. Shes wearing a gray, backless dress that goes...