Mom and I were driving north on I-17 out of Phoenix when the strangest thing caused me to stop eating my sandwich. In the middle of the freeway, illuminated by the headlights, someone had written, "I'm sorry." Seriously—right in the middle of the freeway, someone had written their apologies to...someone. I couldn't help but think, "Must have been something b...
"Coming downtown is getting to be an ordeal," Frank Baker complains. "You can't pass a traffic light without these damn black kids forcing their services on you." Frank is sitting at a red light behind the wheel of his big cream colored Lincoln, his wife June beside him. They're middle-age suburbanites on their way to Baltimore's Little Italy for dinner. Th...
LXXI Ivory Towers Mark & Molly 2075 There was much that was making Mark feel guilty. Here he was—a married man with a devoted wife with whom he'd lived for fourteen years and a delightful nine-year old daughter—now living every day of the week in Oxford: a two hour train journey from Islington. And this was all because his employer, Sig Mu Inc., Korea, need...
Note to Readers: Thanks for being so patient, my apologies for such a long wait... life has just gotten too hectic for me, I'm hoping to finish this story as it is close to my heart. Comments are welcome... enjoy this third installment of fairytale. ***** Sunlight and birdsong awoke Belle the next morning. She looked around to find fire already lit and th...
Resplendent under the morning sun, the river house was warm and inviting. It had been a while since Angela was last here. She had decided not to bring the dogs this time. Didn't want to be cleaning mud off the floor for the third time over. Settling her bags down in the kitchen, she hummed merrily to herself as she got all her goods squared away and set th...
The warm days of summer gone. The sweaty, humid afternoons gone. The cool air of autumn coming back. Nice comfortable afternoons, cool afternoons. You feel so much more comfortable, cuddled up to me evenings in our Cottage in Newmarket, New Hampshire, all natural wood and lavender potpourris, pine and the noise of owls in the night and the occasional rattata...
Story Code: M/F, MM/F, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Interracial *** John had the bad fortune to be in exactly the wrong place at the wrong time, he was driving from Leicester to Nottingham along the A47 when a thirty ton tipper truck crossed the divide and used my husband's car as a break! Twenty years of marriage, twenty years of looking after John's house,...
Madam Warwick's the brainchild of Annabeth Warwick, (a former prison warden) and Frank Edwards (a retired IT engineer and veteran). The converted estate in upstate New York first opened its doors in 2005 to a carefully selected group of two hundred 18-20 year old female students. The student body had grown to over 800 in the ensuing years. The school is a s...
It had been a long winter and dismal spring. Now the weather was changing and I couldn't wait any longer to get out and work on my tan. The day looked to be a great one. After a light breakfast of fresh melon and toast I hit the shower. The warm water felt wonderful cascading over me, washing away the tensions of a long week at work. The bath gel lathered u...
It's always tedious driving the big van around the older parts of town with its narrow streets and sharp corners, and today I'd been help up twice already and now the traffic had ground to a halt again. The sun was beating down relentlessly but I just had to sit there waiting for the traffic to start moving again. Sometimes I get a nice surprise though, and...