Nandita To Nandini
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September, 1983, Chicago, Illinois
The next two weeks flew by. Classes were going well, including the American Government class, though my theory that I’d be graded harder seemed to be playing out. I’d have to fight hard for an A in the class, but I felt that I’d brought it on myself and didn’t blame the professor. I had a fairly full schedule of tutoring with Charlie and George first thing on Thursday morning and Tom and Jake later. Thursday afternoons with Anala were nothing short of amazing, and the intervening weekend was good. Jorge showed some promise and Cindi behaved, though I could tell that Jorge was extremely nervous and self-conscious around her.
Katt called Friday night to check on my plans and I told her that Bethany was meeting us there, and that Elyse and Katy would be coming with me. Eduardo had decided not to join us and Katy had decided more or less at the last minute that she wanted to go. That had put a bit of a crimp in our plans, because Bethany, Elyse, and I had planned to share a hotel room with two full-sized beds - Elyse in one and Bethany and me in the other. In the end, Katy decided she could handle it as long as I promised not to be naked outside the bathroom. Katt invited all four of us to a dinner after the competition on Saturday night.
On Saturday morning, Elyse, Katy, and I packed bags and headed for Milwaukee. We first went to the Hyatt hotel and checked in. We left our bags in the room, and went to the lobby to wait for Bethany who arrived about fifteen minutes after we did. I took her up to the room so she could drop off her bag then we went back to join Katy and Elyse for the short walk to the MECCA Arena. We found the ‘Will Call’ window and I picked up the tickets that Katt had left for me that included a pass to the competitors’ area for me for both days.
“Looks like the ice dancing competition starts at 4:00pm. We have about an hour to kill. Do we want to go in now?” I asked the girls.
“What’s happening now?” Elyse asked.
“Pairs figure skating. Single figure skating is after the ice dancing. Tomorrow the pairs and ice dancers are reversed and the singles are still last.”
“I vote we go in,” Katy said.
“Me too,” Bethany said.
Elyse also agreed so in we went. The tickets Katt had reserved for us were in the tenth row, right at center ice. In other words, they were perfect. We watched the end of the pairs’ competition and then waited about fifteen minutes for the ice dancers. The current standings were put up on the scoreboard and I saw that after the Compulsory Dance, Katt and Mikael were in second place, which gave them an excellent chance to win since the Compulsory Dance was their weakest event.
My friends didn’t disappoint, skating their Original Dance routine nearly perfectly, at least from my layman’s view. And their scores confirmed it, losing only a few tenths from each judge, vaulting them into first place by a small amount. They’d still need to finish ahead of both the second and third place teams to win the competition. I asked Katy, Elyse, and Bethany to wait and made my way down to the competitors’ area and found Katt, Mikael, and Johana.
“Steve!” Katt squealed, jumping into my arms.
I wasn’t surprised when six flashbulbs went off capturing the moment. It wouldn’t be the first time I was in a news photo or on TV with Katt, but it would be the first time since she’d been married. I was really glad Mikael was a good sport about the whole thing. Of course, the fact that I was the one that talked Katt into marrying him might have something to do with that. After a quick kiss, that for Katt was quite tame, I put her down and shook hands with Mikael and gave Johana a friendly hug.
“What’s the plan?” I asked.
“Besides winning tomorrow?” Katt asked with a big smile. “Dinner with our parents and Johana at Giovanni’s Restaurant. It’s an Italian place that comes highly recommended, according to one of my dad’s friends.”
“Cool. How was the honeymoon?”
“Tiring!” Mikael smirked.
“She is demanding, isn’t she?” I asked with a knowing smile.
“Yes!” he replied with a big grin.
“What time are we meeting?”
“Our reservations are for 8:00pm. We weren’t sure if the competition would run late. We have to shower and change. Did you see Laura?”
“No! Is she here?”
“Yes, with one of her students who has relatives in Milwaukee. I’m surprised you didn’t see her because her seats are close to yours.”
“I’ll head back up to the stands. Given that the singles are starting, I suspect she’ll be there.”
I hugged Katt again and headed back to the section where our seats were. I scanned around a bit and finally spotted Laura with a cute young girl sitting next to her. I went down the steps and got Laura’s attention. She got out of her seat and walked back up the steps to the deck with me. We exchanged a quick hug.
“How’s it going?” I asked.
“Good! I’m still seeing Blake, the guy I’ve been dating for a couple of years. I hung up my skates officially when I got back from Sweden. The girl down there is my star pupil, Laurel! She’s thirteen and had a falling out with her previous coach so I’m filling in until she can hook up with a more experienced coach. I’m best with the five to ten age group right now. I’m not even close to being ready to coach somebody who’ll be competing in six months. Laurel’s grandparents live in Milwaukee so we decided to come see Katt and Mikael, plus it gives Laurel a chance to watch the singles.”
“Is she good?”
“Better than I was at thirteen. And she’s a real pistol. In fact, you should probably stay far away from that one, Steve!”
“Oh?” I grinned.
“She’s cute, has a great body, is a total flirt, and likes older guys. And she has a Marine gunnery sergeant for a dad!”
I laughed, “I’ve dealt with KGB bodyguards! A gunnery sergeant is nothing. But she’s WAY too young for me at this point.”
“How’s life treating you?” Laura asked.
“Pretty well, actually. I’m not seeing anyone seriously right now, though Jennifer, my girlfriend from before I went to Sweden the first time, and I are trying to put things back together. I’m glad to see that you’re doing well.”
“I am. I have five girls I work with, I do some choreography on the side, and I’m taking classes at the junior college.”
“Sounds like you have it together! Not much has changed otherwise for me.”
“It’s really good to see you. You’ll be here tomorrow, too, right?”
“Absolutely. I have to watch Katt and Mikael win!”
We hugged again and she went back to her seat. I went and told Bethany, Katy, and Elyse about the dinner plans. We still had close to an hour so we watched the singles until it was time to leave and then went outside to catch a cab to the restaurant.
Dinner was delicious and my friends had a good time talking together and getting to know one another. I hadn’t realized that Katy was a huge skating fan and she didn’t know that I knew Katt and Mikael.
“Steve, why didn’t you tell me that you know Katt Sundström and Mikael Westberg?” Katy asked.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were a skating fan?” I replied.
“Katy, did you know that Steve and I dated for five months or so while he was living in Sweden and then got together a few times here in the States?” Katt asked.
“No! Wait, you two? Dated? Like as in boyfriend and girlfriend?”
“Of course like boyfriend and girlfriend! He used to spend the weekends with me at our house in Sweden.”
Katy groaned, “I don’t believe it!”
“Believe it, Katy,” Mikael said. “They were lovers when he told Katt she should be dating me. I owe him big time!”
Katy just shook her head while Elyse laughed and Bethany did something I would never have expected.
“Katy? That cute blonde he was talking to in the stands?”
“Laura Thornton, the figure skater,” Katy said.
“He had her, too!” Bethany smirked.
“Bethany!” I said sharply. “Dial it back, please.”
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I should know better.”
That little exchange was probably going to make the night uncomfortable, but there wasn’t much that could be done about it once it had happened. I was beginning to think that it had been a bad idea to invite Katy to live with us. She just wasn’t comfortable with my past, and was struggling with her attraction to me as well. It was a potentially volatile set of circumstances that didn’t seem to have a resolution other than her moving out.
Fortunately the revelations about Katt and Laura didn’t put a damper on the rest of the evening. Katt and Mikael needed to be in bed at a reasonable hour, so the dinner broke up about 10:30pm. The four of us decided to walk back to the hotel so we said good night to the Sundströms, the Westbergs, and Johana and left the restaurant. About fifteen minutes later we were at the hotel.
Once in the room, we took turns using the bathroom to brush our teeth and change into our sleeping clothes. For me that was my silk pajama bottoms and for the three girls it was long sleep shirts. Bethany and I got into one bed and Katy and Elyse got into the other. I reached over and turned off the light on our side end Elyse did the same on theirs. Bethany snuggled close and we quickly fell asleep.
In the morning we each took a shower and dressed in the bathroom. Once all four of us were dressed, we went down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. After breakfast we checked out and stashed our overnight bags in my car then walked around downtown Milwaukee. Compared to Chicago, this was a much smaller city and the downtown area wasn’t that big. We ended up spending most of the morning sitting in a coffee shop not far from the arena. Lunch was at a small deli, from where we headed to the MECCA Arena.
Katt and Mikael were skating last, so we had a good idea what they were up against. The team that was in third place skated ‘lights out’ according to Katy and their scores reflected it. Katt and Mikael would need to turn in a near perfect performance to win, and could even drop to fourth if they had problems. I held my breath when they came out onto the ice and started their Free Dance.
I shouldn’t have worried. My friends skated one of their best performances ever and they easily won the competition. I was about to head to the competitors’ area when I turned to Katy, handed her my pass and told her to go. The look of shock on her face was priceless, but she quickly recovered with a huge smile and, to my shock, kissed me on the cheek. She hurried down the steps and walked quickly towards the competitors’ area. Katt wouldn’t be happy with me, but I had just made Katy’s day.
“That was really nice of you, Steve,” Elyse said. “Katy was so jealous when you went yesterday, but she’d never tell you that. I hope Katt doesn’t kill you!”
“She’ll be fine! I have my ways of dealing with Katt Sundström! She and Mikael have the two empty seats at the center of our row. They’ll be along once all the pictures and stuff are done. They’ll go back for the awards ceremony. I’m going to go say ‘hi’ to Laura.”
I got up and walked over to where Laura was sitting. When she got up, Laurel followed her. Laura had been right - Laurel was cute, had a fantastic, muscular body with small breasts and a killer smile.
“He looks yummy, Laura! You were right!” Laurel said.
Laura rolled her eyes and Laurel stepped up and gave me a hug. There was more than a suggestion in that hug - this girl simply oozed sex from every pore. She reminded me of Cindi in that way, though she was a LOT younger. Even back when I was fifteen and sixteen I thought that thirteen was too young, so now at twenty, it most certainly was. This girl was certainly going to be a firecracker, but I was not the one to light her fuse.
“She’s auditioning a new coach while we’re here, so we’re staying until Tuesday. I assume you’re heading back to Chicago today?”
“I am. I have class tomorrow at 10:00am.”
“Too bad!” Laurel said.
“Laurel, you’re a pretty girl but you’re way too young for me,” I said. “Not to mention that I’m here with Bethany, the girl I’ve been sitting with.”
Implying that she was my girlfriend was a little white lie, but one that I felt warranted given how aggressive Laurel was.
“Laurel, go watch the skating so I can talk to Steve, please.”
“Humph! You don’t let me have any fun!” she groused, but she also did what Laura asked.
“Wow!” I said, once Laurel was away from us.
“Yeah,” Laura laughed. “She’s a holy terror! I knew one other girl like that a few years ago. She was way more interested in sex than skating and her career tanked. I’m hoping the coach we meet tomorrow can calm her down. Laurel is really good, but undisciplined.”
“How’d you end up with her?”
“Her last coach tried to rein her in and they got into a huge fight. She’s her mommy’s darling little girl so the coach got the blame. But enough about her. It was good to see you again. I know you keep in touch with Katt, so if you’re ever out in Colorado, look me up. I’ll buy you a cup of coffee.”
“And if you’re even in Chicago, call me and I’ll have you over to the house. Just do NOT bring that little hellion with you!”
“Don’t worry!”
We hugged, exchanged a quick peck of a kiss and she went back to her seat and I went to join Bethany and Elyse. About forty-five minutes after she had left, Katy came back all smiles. A few minutes later Katt and Mikael joined us.
“Can you stay for the awards? It’ll probably be about 5:00pm,” Katt asked.
“If the others are OK with it, sure. It’s only ninety minutes from here to the house, so it’s not a big deal to leave here around 6:00pm.”
Everyone agreed so I said that we’d stay.
“Katt? Whatever happened with the Olympic team?” I asked.
“We were notified that we didn’t make it last week. I’m not really surprised, and besides, Torvill and Dean are going to win, I’m sure. I’ve skated against the Americans who are going and I really don’t think they have a chance, either. We beat them some and they beat us some. I think only the Russians have a chance. Mikael and I are just not there.”
She didn’t sound upset, it was all matter of fact.
“You don’t seem upset.”
“When have I ever been upset? Well, OK, with you when you wouldn’t sleep with me, but otherwise?” she asked with a silly smile.
“All businesslike. You always were. Even about sex! Well, the rationale for it anyway, I seem to recall you were pretty passionate.”
“She still is!” Mikael interjected. “Remember what I said about the honeymoon?”
“Ignore him, Steve! Anyway, I talked to my parents and Mikael’s parents. We’re going to go back to Sweden as soon as our dads can arrange their transfers home. We’ll skate, but Mikael’s going to go to university. I’ll probably teach skating. And we’re going to start a family.”
“Say what?” I said, rocked back in my chair. “Katt Sundström is going to have a baby before she’s 30? Now I’ve heard everything!”
“Things change! I would never have predicted this, either. Maybe my daughter will be the next Katarina Witt or my son the next Scott Hamilton.”
“Or he could end up playing ice hockey!” I said.
“Do you still skate, Steve?” she asked.
“No. I really should start again. There’s a rink that’s about twenty minutes from my house. But I have so little time with everything else that’s going on. I’m working on my brown belt in karate, and I run. In the winter, I just exercise, but maybe I’ll find a way to do some skating.”
“Are you still planning on a trip to Sweden next summer?” Mikael asked.
“Yes. That was always the plan, to go back every two years or so. I just had that extra trip thanks to Katt’s parents.”
“We’ll probably be there by then. You’re welcome to stay with us or with my parents, if you want.”
“Thanks. I’d love to!” I said.
“Did you get a chance to talk to Laura?” Katt asked.
“And her student, well, temporary student.”
Katt laughed, “Laurel is just like I was! Did she come on to you?”
“Oh yeah, big time! I’m going to keep my distance!” I chuckled.
Katt laughed, “Probably a wise move. Well, we need to go back down. Are you going to stay up here and watch?”
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Sant Ghoshal-Anand Goswami ‘pahunche huye’ siddh purush ya mahatma hn.Sundar Van ke ghane jungle me Aadiwasi basti se sata unka ‘Slddhashram’ h.swami ji vese to Raam Bhakti ki rasik shakha Sakhi Sampraday ke bhakt hn lekin vo Shiv Bhagvan ke nagn rup ke upasak bhi hn.Isi liye unke Ashram me ghuste hi ek sundar Shiva Ling sthaapit milta h. kaha jata h ki yeh ”Swaymbhu Lingam” h, arthat iska nirman kisi kaarigar ne nahin kiya, ye to uska apne aap bana prakritik rup h.ye nitya ling h. Swami ji ke...
Mandy's sickest stories - Mandy reloadedAuthor: SickoChickMandyAuthor's email: mandydarkfantasies [at] gmail [dot] comTags: F/f, torture, snuff, feet, nc, cannibalismProofread by EmmaPNote, that English is not my native language, so my writing will surely have many grammatical and syntax errors just as improper usage of expressions. I can only hope someone will still find it exciting. Be aware, this is graphic, brutal and extreme. I read it after writing and scared of myself.DisclaimerThis...
There is a shortage of cunt in Aldershot! Well at least of good quality cunt. The place has been a garrison town for hundreds of years and there are only two sorts of females in it. The first are the stuck up sort who wouldn't touch a squaddie with a barge pole and the others, who are not stuck up but poxed up, who you wouldn't want to touch with your barge pole. I'm being grossly unfair! I had been in a foul mood since the latest bust up with Miriam, and lack of nooky (sex!) was giving...
Andrew Running (part 1 of Andrea's Stand) Chapter 1: Running I called my Aunt Clara from the bus station. She didn't seem that surprised to hear from me and when I explained why I was there she told me to walk a couple of blocks to the local diner and get myself a cup of coffee. She'd pick me up in about half an hour. I sat and sipped chocolate milk and tried to eat a pastry while I glanced nervously out of the window waiting for my father to show up and force me into his...
March 22, 1992, Chicago, Illinois That evening, I was in Abbie’s room as I usually was on Sunday nights. We’d made love and were cuddling, which was also the usual for us these days. Our athletic sex had turned more soft and loving, something that had surprised me at first, but then, as I saw the changes in Abbie, made perfect sense. “I have a request,” she said. “OK.” She explained what she wanted and I sat up and looked at her. “I’m not sure I can do that. It’s not really within the...
June 15, 1994, Chicago, Illinois “That’s everything, I think,” I said. “My luggage is in the trunk of the car, I have my passport, tickets, and money, both dollars and yen. I can’t think of anything else.” “I’ll see you in five weeks,” Elyse said, giving me a quick hug. “Did you see they rioted in Vancouver last night because they lost the Stanley Cup?” I chuckled, “Only Canadians would riot when they LOSE the Cup! I did see that on the front page of the Trib. Are we ready?” “Michelle and...
After Jan left the room I found my way into the shower and realized I didn’t have enough strength left to stand there under the spray. So, I got the whirlpool started and spent the next hour lounging in the hot pulsing water. My thoughts were streaming through my consciousness as quickly as the water passing through the jets, taking random turns from what I did to Jan and what I was going to do with Fernanda and Emily. I ate in my room that night and began to formulate a plan that went well...
by Millie Dynamite Jaden and I meet a few weeks after he transferred to the Naval base just outside of town. I sat on a bar stool sipping my Pappy Van Winkle when this tall African-American man in full dress uniform sat next to me. He whore captain’s bars. He possessed an air of authority. I nodded to him when perched on the next stool. He returned my nod with his own acknowledgment, in a deep voice he said, “Yo.” He spoke without looking at me. “I’ll have bourbon, make it a shot of Evan...
Chapter V Isolde woke up drenched in sweat. The sun was beating down on her and her hair was plastered to her forehead. Her hip ached and she had a crick in her neck from lying on it wrong. She looked at her watch. 9:00 it said. “Damn,” she thought. And then, “I really have to pee.” She sat up and looked around. She was in a field that had recently been mowed. The stubble was about four inches high. There was a woods line about 100 yards to her left. To her right, she could see houses in the...
Chapter V Isolde woke up drenched in sweat. The sun was beating down on her and her hair was plastered to her forehead. Her hip ached and she had a crick in her neck from lying on it wrong. She looked at her watch. 9:00 it said. “Damn,” she thought. And then, “I really have to pee.” She sat up and looked around. She was in a field that had recently been mowed. The stubble was about four inches high. There was a woods line about 100 yards to her left. To her right, she could see houses in the...
NovelsAugust, 1983, Chicago, Illinois I rang the bell at the Nichols’ house, a brick home like mine, but with a very different look, blockier and almost fortress-like. We were quickly ushered in by Alice Nichols and my first impression was ‘old money’, given that the decor was very traditionally American, as opposed to my more ‘Scandinavian Modern’ minimalist tastes. That didn’t mean that it was actually ‘old money’, but it sure felt that way, especially when I saw a series of black and white...
This is a story about seduction and transformation that’s written about a real-life sissy named Brandon Hippel, Brandon’s a cute little limp-wristed sissy-faggot from Abington Pennsylvania that loves to be humiliated and exposed online. She loves feminization, crossdressing, being exposed online, humiliation, anal play, degradation, being captioned, taking pictures, and talking to new people, so feel free to contact her through these various social media; Her kik is; HumiliationSlut2Her email...
Wand, Book and Candle, Part 4 By Elliot Reid The transformation slowed, the final change trickling into place. I cocked my head at the caramel woman in the mirror and smiled a dazzling, Colgate smile. My new face and figure was perfect in every detail, a Xerox copy of the original. I was the spitting image of my new crush, Tisha Williams. I stared at my coffee-colored hands with their light fingernails, noting the fine knuckle wrinkles. I then lifted my fingers to pat the...
Armand Wilson sat in his home office/study sighing. From the office, things had looked pretty good; business was on track, and Sharon appeared to be handling her new situation well. But in the car on the way home, Armand began getting bad vibes, and when he arrived at his mansion, things were even worse. Everyone on staff was walking around as if on eggshells. It took Armand about twenty minutes' worth of snooping, but the situation resolved itself -- the Hernandez' quarters were an armed...
by Oediplex 8==3~ The sweetest mom discovers her boy is both convenient and delightful. [She also recounts when her dad fucked her at nineteen!] Like the name of Madame DeVille's moniker, Cruella, some names fit the personality they are bestowed upon. Disney came up with that evil woman's apropos handle. My mother's folks named their only child, a daughter, Candy. This was shortly before the infamous 1968 movie was out. Though there were aspects of mom that paralleled the...
October 23, 1987, Chicago, Illinois “They voted him down?” I asked when I went home for lunch. “58 to 42,” Elyse said. “Probably the most qualified man ever to be nominated. Disgusting, really.” “Ted Kennedy demagogued this nomination the whole way. I watched some of the hearings on CSPAN and Judge Bork made the senators look like idiots.” “Not hard to do. Oliver North did the same thing back in July when he testified.” “I loved Brendan Sullivan’s line during that hearing: I’m not a...
April 18, 2000, Chicago, Illinois “Hey, Squirt,” I said when I walked into her office late on Tuesday morning. “I take it Kimmy talked to you?” “Yes. Shut the door, please.” I nodded and shut the door to the office, then sat down across from her. “Ed is really uncomfortable with you and me traveling alone together.” “Seriously?” I sighed. “After fifteen years?” “I know, but you have to see his perspective.” “Oh, I do. Jess will quiz me, but she’ll be OK with it. You know she’s mellowed...
August 1981, Chicago, Illinois On Sunday morning, I made my usual call to Karin. I described everything in the apartment and all the things I’d done during the week, including the reception. Both of us would start school in a week and we were both looking forward to it. When we finished talking, I went out for my run, showered, and ate breakfast. I made some tea, started a load of laundry, and then turned on the stereo. I put on an REO Speedwagon album and then relaxed on the couch with the...
July 1978 I woke early as normal on Wednesday, swam my laps, showered, and ate breakfast. Stephanie and Vickie were up just before I left. Vickie gave me a big smile and Stephanie just shook her head. I got my bike from the garage and pedaled to the deli. As soon as I walked in, Andreas called me to his office. This only happened when something was changing. “Steve, we’re going to start opening an hour earlier. And I will have more things for you to do. Do you have a friend who would like a...
August, 1985, Chicago, Illinois Bethany and Kathy finally came back to the house around 3:30pm. Kathy looked at me and her eyes told me that we needed to talk. I nodded my agreement and wondered how I could pull off the conversation without Bethany noticing. That problem solved itself when Bethany announced about 4:30pm that she was going out with Andrew and wouldn’t join us for dinner. After Bethany left, I asked Kathy to help me prepare dinner and she agreed. “So?” I asked as I got the...
June, 1983, Göteborg, Sweden The SAS DC-9 from Heathrow rolled out on the runway at Landvetter, bringing me back to Sweden for the second year in a row, and the third time overall. When the plane had taxied to the ramp and parked, the doors were opened and I grabbed my carry-on bag and headed off the plane and into the terminal. I found the baggage claim and after a short wait, collected my bags. I switched my brain into ‘Swedish’ mode and prepared to speak little or no English for several...
Julie was still sitting on the bed with me when we heard the commotion in the hall. Then the door to my room banged open and in tumbled a giggling mass of blond. "Holy Shit! This whole family is blond!" I thought. Since I knew Nicky and Jennifer, and the other three were very similar in appearance, allowing for the slight age difference, I assumed the others were my cousins. The two youngest ones were fourteen year old twin daughters of Sarah's twin sister, Debbie. And the third was...
We woke, it wasn’t quite dawn yet with the sun under the horizon gently lighting the morning sky. I wiggled out from under Celia’s grip and slipped out of the bed following Chandra as she exited the small water closet. We dressed, quietly washed and left the room without disturbing the still sleeping strawberry blond. Breakfast was a subdued affair, she was too nervous to contribute anything meaningful. “You will be fine, just believe in yourself.” *Mumble. “You’ll be fine, trust me.” I...
August 4, 1992, Chicago, Illinois “Boss, Penny just called!” Terry grinned from my doorway on Tuesday morning. “And you’re standing there, why?” I chuckled. “Call when Amber has a little brother or sister!” “I will!” he grinned. I picked up the phone and dialed Kimmy’s desk to let her know so she could arrange for flowers, and also record Terry out on ‘«pappaledighet»’. I finally heard from him about 8:30pm that Amber had a baby brother, Andrew, who they would call Andy. I called Kimmy...
August 21, 1989, Chicago, Illinois “Unbelievable,” I said when I read the headline from the Chicago Tribune. “It says here that Solidarity activist Tadeusz Mazowiecki was nominated to be Prime Minister of Poland.” I hadn’t had a chance to read the paper on Sunday because it hadn’t been delivered before we left for the race track in Michigan. “So now what?” Kara asked. “We’re in totally uncharted territory. Your guess is as good as anyone’s right about now.” “Steve, do you have a minute?”...
James sat upright on his bed, with his legs crossed and hishands holding his head up. He just stared at the small, red notebook that lay in front of him, this mysterious gift that was granted to him. His own name was engraved on the front. It was almost like it was glowing, beckoning him to open it, to control reality even more. His mind was racing, full of thoughts of Amy, Kirsty and the words written inside the book: ‘Kirsty is going to change her mind and ask me to come over to work on the...
SupernaturalDedication This dedication is long and necessarily so. The book has taken me three decades to write, mostly because I didn’t start actually putting pen to paper, so to speak, until I had all my background ducks in a row. Putting ducks in a row is like herding cats; patience becomes the primary virtue. This book is Tom Woolfolk’s fault. Well, actually, Tom’s and Sheila’s jointly. We three commuted to work together for a few years in the early eighties, and during those long and boring rides,...
NovelsJuly, 1983, Chicago, Illinois I woke up early on the First of July, because my body clock was still set to Swedish time. The flight back had been long but uneventful, and I was happy that the businessman in the seat next to me hadn’t wanted to talk. I read, wrote some longhand journal entries, ate, and generally relaxed while the plane zipped over the Atlantic. I’d come home, taken a sauna, eaten a light meal, and gone straight to bed, not bothering to check messages, look at the mail that...
June 1977 When I got home, I grabbed a Coke and some chips and went right to my room. I didn’t think I could deal with my parents or Jeff or Stephanie. I just needed to be by myself. That wouldn’t seem odd to anyone, because I often went to my room to read. In addition, I now had the TV I’d received for my birthday. I flipped it on to WXIX Channel 19 and reruns of Gilligan’s Island and Green Acres played in the background while I read. I had to get my mind clear for the final exams that...