More Dutch & Rosa Chapter 3 Dutch & Molly / Kathy & Martha Formerly CH21 Sitting in his office, Dutch had his feet up on his desk and was alternatively reading the San Jose Mercury News and munching on a corned beef sandwich. His eyes read one of the day's headlines: "Hewlett Packard boss, Carly Fiorina has encountered a rough road to new gr...
By way of introduction, let me say that if you haven't read the first chapters of this story, then much of the next few pages will mean very little to you. So I suggest you go back and read "Mister Jack Miller: Chapters 1 thru 8" to get the background on this tale. That having been said, please...read on... ****** Well, true to form for Nana, the restauran...
Sarah woke on the same camp stretcher she had been sleeping on for the last few months. In the same room she had lived in for the same time, a room in which she had become very familiar. The room was large, large enough for four people and several devices. In one corner was her bed, in another a well-used professional treadmill, another contained a soft floo...
"I hate this shit," thought Jesse as she walked up to the car lot office. Jesse and her husband were in financial trouble. She had lost her job, and her husband, Jake, was working double shifts to attempt to make up the extra. However, they just couldn't make ends meet. Now exclusively at home, Jesse became responsible for dealing with the creditors and bill...
Love it or hate it…..let me know…please :) This is going to a multipart story...And it is rather slow to start..I think you will still enjoy it though...I hope so anyway:) We had just moved into town and I was desperate for a job. The money that my husband was making at the new job just wasn't helping us enough to compensate for the move. After paying the s...
This is the third in my Gerry Pretty serious of detective stories and it sort of comes full circle. CM In the back of the LJ Bar, hidden behind cases of booze, is a room that very few people know about. This is the headquarters of the thriving Pretty Detective Agency and where I spend some of my day when I'm not detecting or helping out in the bar. Today...
"I quit!" Exclaimed Mr. Wimple as he tottered down the front steps of the Bradshaw's fashionable London townhouse. "Please Mr. Wimple, we'll double your fee." Mr. Bradshaw called out to the man's back. He spun on his heels, pushing his spectacles further up his stubby nose. "I wouldn't venture to teach that young 'lady' for all the tea in China!" Mrs. B...
"It's been nearly a month," Rachel ruefully admitted to Kate. They were looking through racks of clothes in a major store, though neither felt much enthusiasm. "This is all so dreary. Dark and dull colours." Rachel plucked out a dress that fully answered to her description and held it in front of her. Kate shook her head. "Awful." The dress was replaced...
"Oh yes Alan, I was going to ask whether you were married, but I don't think I will," I replied, rather lyrically I thought. "Why not?" You asked. "Because I don't need or really want to know, do I? I mean we are only having a drink aren't we?" "Yes I suppose we are," you said looking slightly crestfallen. I had felt a big buzz walking through the pub to...
"Master..." I heard the soft coo of my name, turning my head to see my pet as she knelt at my feet. "yes?" She said nothing as she nuzzled me sweetly, making her way between my knees and kissing my thighs to show her affections. Her cheek resting there as she smiled softly in content. She was such a good girl... I smiled tenderly, excited at the fact...