The chord rang out, the cymbals crashed and the crescendo began. I lifted up my guitar, and gave the sign, bringing the neck down swiftly to end the song. The crowd went wild. The Black Cat Roadhouse is not always packed like this in July, but we'd been playing weekends since the beginning of the summer and our reputation for being a good dance band was beg...
NOTE: This is a 23K+ word story that doesn't start heating up until halfway through. I respect the value of a quick stroke story, which is why I'm warning you to keep looking if that's what you're after. If you're down for a long read with a hot payoff, though, then pour yourself a glass of your favorite little something-something and pull up a seat. This s...
It was Don Taylor's last day before he began his family leave, and it couldn't end soon enough. It seemed that every time he turned around, his boss and good friend Jason Blackwell was giving him, 'Just one more thing.' He had the program installed into his office computer and the computer at home to allow him access to his work files should he need them, an...
This is the last installment. Thanks for reading, and especially for the comments, as always. ................................................. Hardy woke with a start, trying to understand why he felt so happy. Then Gwen stirred and snaked a hand over his chest, hugging him lightly. "Good morning, my love. Did you sleep as well as I did? I have to tell...
Chapter Four - Walter and Alice It had been a lousy night for most of the girls working the railway underpass. A lucky one or two had driven away with punters to service them in their cars or gone to cheap hotel rooms for the night but otherwise business had been slow. Tottenham Hotspur were playing at White Hart Lane and a lot of potential customers had m...
Just something different I wanted to try unrelated to my sci-fi series. ************* Prologue Gabriel entered the dimly lit room. Machinery whirred and blipped. His sweet grandmother lay in a nest of wires and tubes, her silver hair a frothy halo around her head. She looked so frail, this woman who'd raised him with an iron fist. She'd wiped his nose, s...
Sally is a real party girl. The first time I saw my wife of 10 years she was passed out in the back of a '92 blue Caravan. I'll never forget that day. Her girlfriend had pulled the van into my auto repair shop to have the A/C checked out. It was over 100 degrees that day and the A/C wasn't working. Sally's friend told me she was sleeping in the vehicle's bac...
This is a true story. It was a dark and stormy night. OK, not really, but it may as well have been. It was the first day of the return leg of an awful bi-directional cross-country move in our box truck. The driving itself was only mildly unpleasant; it was the unrelated circumstances forcing the moves behind the misery. The trip west originated in Tampa, w...
This is the ninth episode of my unreliable memoirs. Each episode can be read individually but it helps to have read the previous episodes starting from the beginning. This episode is largely based on a painful episode from my youth. It's a bit longer than the other episodes so far and for those that enjoy a spoiler most of the sex is in the middle of this...
It was a week until my 40th birthday, and I reminded my wife Janet of that fact. Janet laughed and said, "I see you're trying to hint that I only have a week to purchase your gift." I gave her a grin and said, "Yup, it's the big 4-0 and I hope you got me something special." Janet looked at me with her big brown eyes and told me "I already know what I'm...