CHAPTER TWENTY TWO -- Saturday Morning I woke up slowly, sleepily watching Jana as we lay next to one another, fascinated by the slow rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed. She was covered lightly with a sheet, and her soft curves had me breathless. The sun was bright through the windows. It was after 9 O'clock. I thought about the torrid lovemakin...
Copyright Oggbashan October 2017 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ************************************************* Clang! Clang...
Part 3: I Just Want Answers (or Neighbor Watching Neighbors) Monica Avery is a voyeur. She is a respectable, looks 65 but is really 52, skinny, gray hair sprinkled with some remaining black, horn-rimmed-glasses wearing, pension drawing, married voyeur! Monica's penchant for voyeurism goes back to a day in high school when she came home early from school bec...
Pam Pam is a character from a couple chapters of 'Epiphanous'. Her circumstance fueled a storyboard in my mind that I think was worth exploring. This is not a story of great wrongs and retribution. There is no bitch burning and from my perspective there is no judgement of right or wrong. These are people who might do what others would not or not do what oth...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
My mother had finally decided to come west and live close to my married sister and me. Everyone she knew and liked had moved away from her neighborhood. Shootings and invasions went from zero to twice a year and now to almost every week. When the neighbors across her street were beaten and robbed she decided it was time to go. I flew in and rented a truck...
The next few days were strange. I mean, she'd said we were going to 'do therapy', but most of it was just us wandering around San Diego and exploring. She knew the city a bit -- we wandered the beach at Encinitas, we did the USS Midway in the city. Well, I did, for about an hour. After the third time smashing my head into a low doorway, I begged off and went...
***** "Right Here Waiting", written by Richard Marx. Performed by Richard Marx, 'Repeat Offender", 1989. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ You would think mailing a package would be easy. After all, it wasn't like I was a little kid, and I was doing it for the first time. I'd done it more times than I could remember. But as I walked into the post office with my...
1. The glass door had a faux-bronze handle and the words "Has Bean's" stenciled on it in some non-specific ye-olde font. "Cute," thought Jennifer Sutcliff, nee Ludlow, as she paused in front of the suburban strip-mall coffee shop; "kind of moronic, but cute." She could feel her heartbeat in the back of her throat. "Oh heck, Jen, get a grip on yourself!" She...
AUTHORS NOTE: This story was written while deployed overseas, and prior to the horrible events of Katrina, which is why New Orleans is portrayed the way it is. Keep the people of the Gulf coast in your thoughts, prayers, and givings. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Where are you?" "Texas." "That's a bit vague, isn't it?" "Probably about seventy miles...