At sixteen they called Crysta piccola Sophia, for her resemblance to the young Sophia Loren. At thirty-nine she was beginning her third decade as the most beautiful woman not just in Scandicci, but all of Tuscany. One dreary September afternoon her husband, an industrialist, came home unexpectedly, caught her making love to the wife of a rival and threw her...
1 The coast of NSW remains a highlight of my time in Australia. At that time, at least, there were many places that attracted very few visitors. Maybe they were not so accessible or, more likely, didn't have the attractions that many vacationers seem to require. We often rented a cottage in D. Officially it was for six people but we vaguely knew the owners...
This is a story about Brenda, (not her real name). Most of it is factual, but some is purely fiction; I'll leave it up to you to decide which is which. Chapter 1 Brenda came to my attention about 25 years ago. Her sister, (Marilyn), worked for me in our restaurant as counter staff and she was an amazing worker. She was 16 when she started, (high-school stu...
*Author's note: Several years ago, I read an interesting book by author Loyal Rue, a professor of Religion and Philosophy at Luther College, called By the Grace of Guile. An excerpt from one review says this: "For people who are troubled by a world increasingly filled with the sweet-talking duplicity of politicians, preachers, advertisers, and sundry huckste...
I carried the box of magazines into the house, poured myself a glass of wine and settled down to read. I read and sipped wine from five in the afternoon until eleven-thirty and when I climbed into bed I was so hot and horny that I did something that I hadn't done in ten years - I masturbated! I was so horny from reading those stories that my pussy was on fir...
"Holy shit," whispered Jean, disbelievingly. "Medical kit," Mike said, holding out his hand while he stared at the unconscious pilot. "You've already got one," Tammy said, pointing to the kit lying on the ground next to the survivor. "But she's not Human," Roy said. "Our kits are updated for me," Tammy explained. "So is the infirmary in Waimea." "Oh," s...
She hung up, checked herself in the mirror one more time, and, opening the door, called down to Frank, "All right, you can come up now." She backed up until she was standing away from the bed in front of some bookcases and stood there until he came into the room. I have no idea as to what he was expecting, but his face had a stunned expression as he saw her...
This is not an autobiography. The names and events are a product of my imagination although I am certain that things such as I have described happen everyday somewhere. Many thanks to the men and women who form the thin blue line between us and anarchy. Ever since I was a little boy I always wanted to be a policeman. It started when I saw an old black a...
It had been another terrible night. Her husband had had too much to drink and had turned nasty. Again. After wolfing down the dinner she had prepared and served him, washed down with more of the scotch that he had been drinking steadily since his arrival home from the office, Greg pushed his chair away from the table and unfastened his trousers. "Get ov...
The Chapman farm in the sleepy town of Clinton in upstate New York was a modest operation back in the late 60's, but while the family members did most of the work during the year, come harvest time they needed to hire some outside help. There were a number of such workers who made a circuit of the area farms each summer, usually going back to the same place...