Mike Fitzgerald surveyed the traffic and tried to estimate what time he would arrive at work. It was a game he played to fill time on his morning commute that could vary from fifty minutes to an hour and a half. The reason for the long drive was the decision he and his wife, Lynsay, had made to live in a small town well past the suburbs of the city where he...
(The exciting conclusion to Ep. 03.) "Let us call forth our next guest." Matty corralled their concentrations once again. "Her name is Claire Hutchensen. She was a wealthy woman in her early forties, who lived here in La Jolla. Peter, do we know anything more about her?" "She looks a lot like Martha." Peter revealed. "I've seen her picture at the Historica...
Thanks again to shygirlwhore for editing. There's more planned for these two characters in future, but this is how things start out for them. I hope you enjoy! * * * * * At the end of a lot of days, Lucinda just wanted to scream. Work was a constant enervation. She could easily have lived off her comfortable private savings, but she had agreed with her h...
The Party Alexis was blushing. She and her four friends were partying in Maria's house on Friday night. There was nothing new about that. Maria had been divorced from her second husband a few months ago and now she was more than prepared to be the hostess for their regular party nights. There was only one rule – no men allowed. Up to this point, everythin...
Well, here we go, Mark thought as he heard the bathroom door open. Tessa slowly made her way to the bed on feet sore from a long day at work. She gave her long blonde hair a shake, dislodging a few strands that were caught under the thin straps of her top. Five years married, the sight of her in pajamas still made his heart race. When he smiled at her, she...
Note: Contains some graphic violence Days later in England William paced in his study plotting and screaming about how to steal Castalena away from the McClouds. He had decided that playing the nice gentlemen was not going to work. He now needed to resort to more desperate means. He had dealt with her father and now it was time to deal with Duncan and his...
While sailing in the South Pacific, I was trying to sleep but it was too hot below decks and went topside aboard my boat, The Mermaid Angel to catch a breath of fresh air. It was a mild night and a milder sea. I could smell Jasmine and other tropical flower scents being carried to me by soft breezes. Their smell was intoxicating. I began feeling lightheade...
It was Thursday after a long week of meetings and controversy, I decided to skip out of work and head home early. Al and Kellie were down from Massachusetts and this would be a good opportunity to spend some time with them and their children. As I pulled into the drive, I noticed that both vans were gone which meant that there was probably no one home and...
My name is Eli Pierre. I'm a six-foot-three, kind of good-looking white guy of Irish and French descent in his early forties with short black hair and pale green eyes. I live in the city of Brockton in the state of Massachusetts with my family. My wife Denise Jacobson Pierre is an executive with an engineering company. Our son Jay is a freshman at Boston Col...
My name is Andrew James Clicheau. Friends call me Andy or A.J.C. I'm a tall, good-looking young black man living in the history-making state of Massachusetts. I'm originally from the city of Port-Au-Prince in the Island Nation of Haiti. These days, I'm finding that life simply couldn't be better. I mean, things are just going right. Ever had that feeling? We...