Author's Note - the following story takes place in a time before digital photography. ***** Astrid Wagner checked her small to-do list as she walked out of the Central Avenue Bank. The thirty-nine year old redhead had been running errands all morning and only two items remained. The last was to pick up groceries and would be done on her way home. That jus...
Chapter Eight EPILOG NOTE: Here is the final chapter in this relatively long narrative. I hope you have enjoyed it. It seems like I've gotten to know these characters over the past several months and will miss them in many ways. On the other hand, it will also be good to move on to something new. As always, I appreciate constructive criticism that will he...
Ok, so my girlfriend Karen thinks I am insane. Maybe I am. I mean what else would you call a thirty six year old woman, a working mother, a career woman even, who would agree to do what I plan on doing tomorrow? Oh my God, it is tomorrow isn't it? You would think it would stick in my brain better than the name of my first born child, the way I have been dwel...
You read about and hear all the time about the husband who comes home unexpectedly, or shows up some place where he's not supposed to be, and sees his wife doing something he wasn't supposed to see. You always think it's going to happen to someone else, until that fateful moment when it happens to you. I wasn't supposed to come home from that particular bu...
He sighed and said, "I need to know something. Two or three some things actually but first of all." He sighed again and opened his mouth, closed it and opened it again. He seemed to have problems with getting out the next question, but finally asked, "Do you love him?" She quickly shook her head and said, "No!" He started to ask why but she continued , "I...
Chapter 3 I was still trying to figure out what was starting to take place in my wife and my relationship with the advent of our trainer Trace. Call me suspicious, or paranoid, but I felt that I was watching my lovely wife become infatuated with our young neighbor. After hanging up the phone and agreeing to have him over for dinner and relaxing, I headed...
I was basically an ordinary kid and early teen. I wasn't very athletic so even though I ran cross-country I never got any awards, or the athletic respect of my peers. I got average grades because I always believed that I had only average intelligence and certainly average motivation. I had an average number of friends, both male and female, lived in an avera...
This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. The miracle is not that children grow up. It is they want to come home afterwards. Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going on. I apologize to Homer and the...
Adria slipped her key into the lock and turned it. She shoved the door a bit since it stuck and walked through her front door. She took one step into the her home and yelped when a hand dragged her the rest of the way in. Heart pounding she turned toward the intruder. She broke out into a smile when she saw Devlin. "Hey! You are back. When did your flight g...
Note: When writing this I had a celeb TV reporter in the NYC market in mind but since I'd guess her tits are 'B' cups it would have demeaned her to describe her as flat. As a result my leading lady is technically a fictional person (I'm still thinking of the real one). ***** Candace sat in her bedroom feeling her soft breasts through her thin nightgown. Sh...