Continuing the Story of Norma and Jim Rogers, young parents who, having survived the horrors of being split apart by war, are trying to get used to being a couple again in peacetime. The characters and the story are fictional and may best be described as an amalgam of things that happened during an extraordinary time. I must express my thanks to the efforts...
(I recently read a story posted here written by Ray McKenna, called 'Lap Dancer'. I suppose it caught my eye because of my interest in stripping. Other reasons to but I wouldn't want to bore you with those.) I'm also a bit of an exhibitionist and I've always wanted to perform in a club, not just perform but to be paid for doing so. That does equate to beco...
I guess you could say I was a fairly regular married guy when all of this started. I had a pretty good job working at the water department for a large city, a house, and a couple of car's in the driveway. I loved my wife of six years, Marci and felt like one pretty lucky guy whenever I was with her. Marci's 5' 4" 105 pounds, a 36-C with long light brown hair...
Healed after a car crash but still shaken from losing his job as an attorney, although well compensated financially for the dismissal, Andre Vallier locked up his apartment and headed west. His disgrace was being convicted for drunken driving and destroying an 1889 statue in Northcote City's civic square, Andre traveled to Bedford by bus because he couldn't...
Prologue Paul Carrack wrote a song many years ago made popular by his band of that era, ACE. The song is still played regularly by oldies stations and is loved by many. The question is also the centerpiece of many destroyed relationships through the years. This is where my story begins. My husband is Lieutenant Allen Roberts with the Robbery/Homicide Unit...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is 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 are...
Kyle is my brother. He's a couple of years younger than me and considered the wilder one. He wasn't really wild but he had chosen not to go to college. Kyle said he liked the outdoor work of construction jobs, which certainly kept him in good shape. He had what the girls call a hard body, and Kyle exploited his good looks. He always seemed to have nice looki...
Author's note: I receive many requests via e-mail from readers asking that I write about different topics. Many of them supply a theme or at the minimum a suggestion for the story line. I have decided to honor those requests under the title, "Honoring Reader Requests," rather than have the reader have to search for his of her story favorite. Each chapter wil...
Thursday, July 21, 2005 -- 2 p.m. My name is Bill Maitland. I am the second most powerful man in the State Attorney's office in Jacksonville. The most powerful if you consider that my boss' eye and attention and heart is really centered on the Governor's chair in Tallahassee. Day to day, I run the place. I was also, at this particular moment in time, look...
This is a work of pure fiction. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Likewise, any resemblance to any actual circumstance in anyone's life is also coincidental. Also, be advised that some of the information contained herein has been garnered from the internet and we all know how accurate that is; so with that in mind, feel free...