The day after Jorge Rust turned eighteen was the day he realized his destiny. It was that day, clutching all he owned in a clear plastic trash bag, his first blessed love appeared. "Oh, Jorge." Mrs. McNamstock rolled her window down to peer at her ex-pupil through the rain. "Hi teach." Jorge straightened up and relaxed his shoulders in an attempt to look l...
Finbar McTeague (a.k.a. "The Surgeon") noticed he had gotten to the Jazz bar around the middle of the crew. The Crew being the other Assassins in America. The assassins he had grown up with, fought against and won with. He had heard there would be a few legends showing up tonight, but didn't count on it, the price was only a mediocre amount. Lazlo Soot was...
Returned next week, the usual Friday night rigmarol of shopping for the week, tired, with a list in my hand of immediate/weekly want's. Thinking of Karen!...look around, usual bunch of people, busy with their own thoughts and day-to-day- problems.. 'Get it over with and go home' ..no Karen in sight . . . 'Oh Well'.. It was in the Buiscuit Ailse. I was seekin...
I had arrived at camp about 11 am. It was deserted. I had arrived a week before anyone else because as head of the stables, I had a ton of work to do. All 20 of our horses had been turned out last October, and they had been out all winter. It was now May and the horses would be dirty and wild. I realized that just catching the horses by myself was going to b...
So we ordered a second round of drinks and I looked across the table at her. When I had asked her out initially, I had thought she was pretty cute, but I hadn't really studied her closely. She had sort of an understated figure and didn't accentuate it much with the clothing she wore at the office. She had worn jeans and a tank top when she came to meet me, w...
Part 3 FRENCH WHORES MAKE GREAT WIVES The Circus Dwarf with a Monster Cock {The teller of this tale, Gaspardo Del Tornet, talks of his life experiences. Gaspardo is a French citizen born in Aix-en-Provence of a father who was very strict, being a Sergeant in the French military and born of a French Moroccan mother, who was a baker, specializing in chocolat...
I'll never forget it. I was on the train from London to a small town in Berkshire. I was 18 and just finishing my A-Levels at boarding school, so I was travelling back on a Sunday evening. It was pretty quiet, only a few people in my carriage, some business men, a few college students chatting and women reading their magazines. I sat myself next to the wind...
I simply could not sleep last night. I was too damn horny and having Cleo snuggled up to me was more than a man could handle. I got up in the middle of the night to go handle some work and try to clear my mind. I only needed to wait a little longer. Today was day seven of training, meaning it was the day I was going to finally fuck the ever-loving-shit out o...
'That's her.' Rea froze, her hands becoming still. She hadn't done anything. There were several other girls around her. 'You sure?' 'I can recognize that ass from a mile away.' Shit that's me, Rea began to hyperventilate. She had no where to go, her wrists were shackled, the collar around her neck would mark her a slave, no idiot would help her. There...
This was going to be the most difficult day of my working life, I was about to preach a sermon that would either bring my flock onside or alienate them forever. I, Matthew Ridgway, have been the Minister of a church in a small country town for some three years. The time has been something like the Curate's egg; good in parts. I have been accepted into this...