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My Sister gets me to Show Her Pt 06

by Vanessa Evans Part 6 As mentioned before, both Alice and I are on the same psychology course and we were both looking forward to the human sexuality part of the course. We’d been told that we’d have modules on it in each year of our course, getting deeper and deeper into the subject in each subsequent year. Well we had to wait until the early new year for the first module and we were told that we’d be doing things that were designed to really look into our own beliefs and attitudes...

My Life Part 20 House Hunters

One headline caught my eye "Prominent Republican Politician Sought in Rancho Santa Fe Shooting" I clicked the article, it was about a wealthy man being found dead in Rancho Santa Fe and they suspected his wife of shooting him. There was a photo of the woman, and although older I spotted the immediate facial resemblence to Sophie -- the surfer girl I had met a while back. I ran upstairs and found the prepaid. I returned to the family room and sent Sophie a text with a link to the...

At the Faraway Club

A Heritage County Tale Robin White's evening was definitely starting to look up now. Until the handsome stranger had bought her that first drink at 10:30, she had been starting to think she was losing her touch. It was Saturday night, the party night, on a warm summer's evening and, for the first time in nearly a year now, no one, not a single male, had asked her to accompany him to the Faraway Club for a night of drinking, dancing, and, as was well known among the public servants of...

A Night in Brighton

Friday 28 November 1952 Our one night together in Brighton began by us meeting as arranged in the concourse of London Bridge railway station, at five in the afternoon to catch the 17.15 train. I had already picked up the first class tickets from the office. There was a freezing pea-souper in London that Friday afternoon in late November and you could barely see a hand in front of your face. As the weather was so bad I left my rented house in Croydon half an hour early so I was waiting for her...

The Flats

The flats are at the bottom of my road. They were built in the 1930s during the first wave of municipal socialism that morphed into the welfare state after the Second World War. A blue plaque marks a rent strike from the 1960s – an idea that would be laughable in today's greedy and meretricious world. They are brick built, relatively low rise and cluster round a cobbled courtyard. If you can get past the security gates, you find yourself somewhere strangely quaint and tranquil – an echo of a...

Midsummer

My love's hands are deformed. They were deformed at birth. If you see her on the street, or walk up to her at our library's reference desk, you will see that three fingers on her right hand are shortened and webbed, and her thumb is curiously shaped. Her left hand is more affected—all the digits are stubs, so that it looks something like a paw. On its own your face will swing to her hands. You won't notice, or will forget, her tired-looking eyes, always tired looking though green and bright,...

In the Forests of the Night

The place reeked of cigarettes, beer and racket. It was New Year’s Eve 1940 and there were drunken Germans everywhere. The Huns had rolled into Paris the prior June and helped themselves to everything; including Harry’s New York Bar. Harry’d closed-up shop and left. So, they needed a barkeep. I wasn’t Harry. But I WAS a barkeep. That led to an offer I couldn’t refuse. The Heinies were persuasive. It was either manage the place... “Or else.” People who didn’t cooperate were beginning to...

The Phoenix Partners

Many thanks to SBrooks for his invaluable advice and editing. If there’s anything that still doesn’t work, it’s probably something I chose not to follow his suggestion about. Rose Valley, Oregon, population 1134, is located about two hours southeast of Portland at the eastern edge of the Mount Hood National Forest. Rose Valley is home to the Maitland Mills, a specialty supplier of natural, organic and heirloom grain-based products. Founded in 1907, the Mills were handed down through three...

A Clean Well Lighted Place

“Rangers Lead the Way,” we won that motto on bloody Omaha Beach and it has applied to us ever since. I’d been with the Rakkasans prior to Ranger School. But, when I got out I was offered a post with the 75th Ranger Regiment, which putatively traces its lineage back to Rogers’ Rangers, of French and Indian fame. THEN, I spent an intense period of “quality” time in Paktia Province; working with the locals on both sides of the Afghan border. Pashtuns are a tough and merciless lot, which might...

The Tugboat Man in King Arthur s Court

My wife was born 13,000 years ago in a place called “New Atlantis.” Go ahead and say it, “Stop fucking with me!!” But it’s true. Believe me. I’ve met her folks. Maria’s 335 years old. But, Atlanteans live for thousands of years. So, my wife’s no crone. In fact, she has the freshest face and hardest body of any chiquita on the beach at Ipanema. She is also the hottest female in two, star-systems. Yes, I said “star systems.” Her people emigrated here from the beta planet of the star we call...

But Fancy Was Her Name

I knew what I had to do but I made myself this solemn vow that I was going to be a lady someday, though I didn't know when or how. I couldn't see spending the rest of my life with my head hung down in shame. You know I might have been born just plain white trash, but "Fancy" was my name. From the song "Fancy" by Bobbie Gentry (1969) & Reba Mcintire (1991) Time: 1930s depression era Louisiana Place: One room shack on the outskirts of New Orleans Miss Fancy Mae Devereux sat in an...

Bonnie and Clyde Armistead

Occasionally, I get a story idea sent to me by a reader. This story is based on one such offering. It is completely fiction, and the allusion to the infamous Bonnie and Clyde is per their names only; put another way, this story has no relationship whatsoever to the gangster pair of the 1930s. Similarly, the Ana Campanas character in the story is no relation to the "Woman in Red" of John Dilinger fame either. At any rate, here goes. "Such is the pow'r of love in gentle mind that it can...

The Rat s Tale

I had "cased the joint," as we criminals are supposed to say, and it had been unoccupied. It was unfortunate that, in the brief time between my reconnaissance and the "heist," the fifth Mrs. Frolichmann had decided to move in. The house sat in one acre of walled garden, on a private road, out of sight and earshot of the highway. Justin, the interior designer who had been commissioned to redecorate the 1930s mansion for Frolichmann's latest bride, had informed me that the young lady had...

The Best Revenge is a Life Lived Well

I'm not stupid, just dense. Actually, I'm a certified Genius, at least by MENSA standards. I don't belong, but I passed their test once on a dare from my wife, my wonderful wife. Therein lies the story. I met her while I was at UT. I was in the honors course at the McCombs School of Business and I was also in Plan II. Everyone knows about McCombs, it's always in the top ten business schools in the country. Plan II is less well known and much harder to get into. They only accept about 100...

French Lessons sur La Toilette

I was only 24 when I was sent to Jersey for three months to learn all about Stock Broking. I had left school at 17 and had joined a Shipping Agent company but the shipping business had collapsed with the use of the containers, and the company had to concentrate on its Investment Trust work. I was met at airport by the Managing Director who took me directly to the person who had agreed to put me up for three months. She was the widow of a director who had died some four months previously, from...

The Crane House

As I was growing up in western New York, I heard a tale of the haunted house out on Mill Road in the township of Busti. Now Busti Township is made up of ten villages or hamlets in an area of about 48 square miles, but the actual town of Busti itself was originally called Busti Corners because it grew up centered on five intersecting roads. These were Forest Avenue Extension from Jamestown; the Busti-Sugar Grove Road, the opposite direction of Forest Ave.; County Road 18; County Road 328; and...

Catskill Afternoon

“Look through the hole,” Miriam instructed, turning off the light and guiding me beside the double dresser. It was special to be let in on something by a cousin like Miriam. I’d seen her breasts at the pool. I knew she was already dating. I hoped when I got a girlfriend, she’d look like my cousin. The hole in the plaster was low enough that I had to get on my knees. The rooms in this place couldn’t decide if they retained their 1930s grand décor, or were just in need of renovation. Maybe that...

One Shoe GumshoeChapter 25 Spring Trap

“READY!” PC Brown hissed to us, but it was far too dark this early in the morning for me to read his lips. Mary tugged my sleeve twice, the signal that we had agreed and I was alert and ready. Mary and I were given the opportunity to call on known criminal contacts of Curly Cavenagh, which Mary’s husband, the late Brad Gold had identified as being connected with active Nazi sympathisers who were affecting the war effort resisting the Axis Powers’ domination of Europe and North Africa. I...

A Little Night MusicChapter 19

“There was a castle by a waterfall, with a pink and purple wall, and a princess living there. She had no parents and was all alone. She got by her own, and she liked it pretty well. Cause she never wore her socks. She had a pet snake. She bought a red guitar, and she ate a whole cake. And there wasn’t anybody there to tell her what to do, so she did what she wanted to. And everybody knew the story of The Princess Who Saved Herself.” -Jonathan Coulton, “The Princess Who Saved Herself“ The...

ReginaldChapter 10

He hurried in, but she was not in the bedroom as he expected, so he tried the bathroom. Prudence was kneeling naked in the empty tub, with one arm resting on the side. She looked very appealing as the Venus of the bath, but she was truly frustrated. “Reg, I can’t get myself out of the bath! It is too slippery, and my balance is not good at the moment. Can you help me?” She turned her body to face him, again displaying her small breasts in front of him. He took a sharp breath, but...

The Way BackChapter 2

Towards the end of January, two years and five months after the mugging, memories began returning, mainly of childhood. I kept coming back to the idea of Manchester. On Tuesday 27th January (I noted the date in my 'diary'), I awoke and I knew; I knew who I was. Allan Jonsson, from a place called Sale, near Manchester. I just knew I had a wife, though I couldn't remember what she looked like or her name. I also believed I had children, though I could not remember how many or their names....

ReginaldChapter 17

Prudence told him, “For the moment, Reg, do nothing. I phoned your mother back, and explained a little to her about you, me and the girls, but I emphasised that you need a lot of time to adjust from being a loner to dealing with people at large. She said she was willing to wait. I believe her, Reg.” “Thank you, Prudence. I don’t think I could have done that myself. I couldn’t have told her about you girls. You are a wonderful, thoughtful girl. It is no wonder that I love you.” Still...

Sod s LawChapter 8

Wednesday 18th July 1984 On graduation day, I found that I had little opportunity to be civil, but I was polite. “Mum, Dad, this is my boyfriend David. He’s been so helpful to me in my final year and my preparation for Finals; he’s the reason I’ve got a First.” There was a half smile from both parents, I extended a hand to her mother. “Mrs Metcalfe.” “David.” There was a smile as she took my hand, but no warmth in it. “Mr Metcalfe.” “David.” Again the reluctant smile of acknowledgement...

Anzu James Naked in OrbitChapter 18 Notes Recipes

For some reason, while writing this I went into a lot of detail about what people, Anzu in particular, ate. In that case, why not include actual recipes? Also, I feel that a few things are due explaining, for instance: why isn't Mendocino crawling with nanotechnology? Well I'll answer that one first. A fully mature nanotechnology is such a game-changer, makes everything so different, that I felt the story would pretty much be ABOUT the nanotechnology. And I didn't want to write a story...

Dark TownChapter 15

SECOND WEEK SINCE GLOBAL FLOODING MONDAY GROCERY SHOP Nessie Carter was working behind the counter, paying attention to of her colleagues fighting it out. She didn't want to think what happens once she gets back home so for now she concentrates on the businesses of other people. On the shelf for dog and cat food Selena Cordoba and Matthew McDonald were arguing. "Look!! I am flesh and blood!! Why don't you want to go out with me!!" Matthew complained in a whiny tone. "Like I told...

Passages In TimeChapter 4 The Heights

Toronto, Canada, October 2008 "Baby", Holak told Sarah. "You are some fuck." And Sarah glared at him. He confused her, because he looked like Gunther, who had just made love to her so consummately well whilst she was sharing the body of 1930s nightclub singer Lucy Bennett, but the serious demeanour had gone. Holak seemed altogether frivolous. And frivolous seemed entirely the wrong state of mind at present. The fact that he was naked didn't help either. "What the hell is going on?",...

Aurum Et Periculo the Mystery of the Roman GoldChapter 2C Section Two

I awoke in a glorious Paris morning. I was feeling energized although sore, especially in a new place. Mel was particularly cheerful after the fucking she had gotten, and I was feeling well taken care of myself. The ride back in the cab the night before was frazzled given that neither of us was wearing any form of underwear and both of us found our exit hilarious. It isn’t often that you can make two experienced Lotharios whine like little bitches. Pierre had been a great fuck. But I had no...

Flossie s RevengeChapter 4

It would have been natural for the other children to needle Nathan about his comments about how “niggers couldn’t possibly fly a plane”. Flossie didn’t want any of that, so she simply used the whole incident as an example of how, if you don’t have all the facts, you can sometimes come to a conclusion that is in error. “Just because you’re wrong about something doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world,” she said. “It can cause trouble because you’re operating on a basis that is false, but, if...

Summer Love Chapter 7

When we left our young heroine, Courtney and her best friend had offered up their bodies to a crowd of randy lesbians. But the two girls would give up a lot more before the night was through. From her position outside, the stout masculine bouncer tried to picture what might be going on in the bar. Maybe the two sexy little girls with the 'FUCK TOY' collars were doing a strip tease for the crowd? God, that would be hot. Maybe, judging from the sounds she heard, they were even putting on a...

Jokes and GigglesChapter 683

This Great One Is Compliments of John A DO NOT DRINK ANYTHING WHILE READING THIS! Garden snakes can be dangerous I didn’t think twice about this tiny fellow on my baby boxwood until I got this letter: GARDEN SNAKES CAN BE DANGEROUS... Snakes also known as Garter Snakes (Thamnophissirtalis) can be dangerous. Yes, grass snakes, not rattlesnakes. Here’s why. A couple in Sweetwater, Texas, had a lot of potted plants. During a recent cold spell, the wife was bringing a lot of them indoors to...

The Dark StoneChapter 8

Mallory Stevens sat by herself on the couch in the Higgins family living room. Her husband, Bob, had just left with Paul to go golfing. Mallory could hear Joyce in the kitchen, humming to herself as she got them each a cup of coffee. The message in church that morning had been a sermon on extending onto others the good will embodied in the Holy Spirit. Mallory reflected on those ideas and twisted the blue fabric of her dress with her fingers. She had no reason to be nervous. Joyce was a fine...

ShockwaveChapter 14

The skin covering the wings and body of the wing-suit is a pale, grayish color. I felt the outer skin and it’s like touching the skin of a deflated hot-air balloon, yet I could see the finely woven fibers of the metallic cloth. Adam opened the compartment which contains his experimental, hydrogen fueled, turbine powered rocket. I watched Carlton as he reached out to open the engine hatch on the small, tubular rocket. He looked it over, and quickly turned to Adam, “Adam, we’ve already...

Malachar s CurseChapter 17 Beat the Rich

Monday, July 31th, 2006, Arlington, Virginia I slowly awoke, feeling pretty great. I was well fucked and well-rested. I realized that when my magic levels were full to the brim. I seemed happier than when they weren’t; it wasn’t a massive difference, pretty small actually but noticeable. Maybe it was the magic’s way of adding a little extra incentive for me to fuck as often as I could. Not that I needed it. Mmm, I also just realized that I had my face buried in a luxurious pile of soft hair...

Depression SoupForeword

Because of the requests of a few people, here is a non-sexual story that is a series of vignettes that could be called "Growing Up In Oklahoma in the 1930s." I like the story because it espouses honor and integrity. It also points out how southerners could praise Jesus and hate Niggers in the same breath of air. After the two viruses I had to get rid of, I want to piss off the Jesus For Lunch Bunch big time. Tom Forward: How To Make Depression Soup. Back in either 1938 or 1939 when I...

Senior Year Part IIChapter 19 I Smell Smoke

Tuesday January 3 My eyes blinked open, and I looked over at Brook. She’d managed to kick off the sheets during the night. That would explain why I felt cold. She was gloriously naked, so I took a moment to take in her exquisite body. It reminded me of the fun we’d had last night before falling asleep. She stretched and smiled coyly at me. “Tell me how much you love me,” she said. I laughed. “Demanding today, are we? I thought you were bossy enough last night,” I replied. She rolled over...

Dream MasterChapter 36 Explanations

Cuddled up with the girls, I was reminded of one of the major drawbacks to my gift: twenty-four hour days. We were all worn out, but where the girls got to arrange themselves for sleep, I still had some serious explaining to do. The first step was to bubble Rebecca so that it would still be safe when we were through. This posed a unique problem since I wanted to be honest with Rebecca, and for her to understand what had happened. The problem was that neither of us wanted her to remember the...

SargeChapter 5

We stepped into the lobby of the Blackstone Hotel and I was absolutely astounded. It was like a mansion from a 1930s movie come to life. There was art and beautiful furnishing all over the lobby. “Boss, I think we are under dressed,” Nita said. “You really think that huh?” I asked. “I think to be appropriately dressed it would take everything I made the whole year.” “Yes,” she agreed. “Hi I’m Raymond Selfridge. I think you have a reservation for me. I think it maybe in the name of Force...

Beyond MeasureStory 2 Beyond the Pale

It was a miserable July night. The temperature hovered around eighty-five, and I’d sweated through my shirt. The badge pinned to that shirt said, “County Sheriff.” I’d been one for almost twenty years. I usually don’t get called out at 3 AM. But tempers fray when the weather gets hot. And occasionally, one of our fine citizens gets it in his head to drink too much and touch up the wife. Two of my guys responded to the call. When they got there, the moron chose to add an extra ten years to...

The Grocery ListChapter 5

Wednesday morning, August 22nd {Bob} When I got to work, I tried to concentrate on drawing perfect lines, spaced perfectly, in perfect scale. I was good at this, and rarely made mistakes, but I was distracted. I had a dog that belonged in a doggy asylum, and a peter that was worn out from its interaction with my hand. When I got up in the morning, and looked at it, it lay there, limp and exhausted. If it could have whined, it would have. "Don't look at me like that," it would say. "I'm...

Jokes and GigglesChapter 951

This is compliments of J & B ... it is a Thought Piece THE CHILDREN OF THE SILENT GENERATION... (and for their children - so they will understand) Born in the 1930s and early 40s, we exist as a very special age cohort. We are the Silent Generation. We are the smallest number of children born since the early 1900s. We are the “last ones.” We are the last generation, climbing out of the depression, that can remember the winds of war and the impact of a world at war which rattled the...

What Waited in the Cottage

I looked over at Brock before I inserted the key into the lock of the apartment. He looked pretty husky in his uniform of worn jeans and a sweatshirt, underneath a thick black parka. I wore a woolen dress for warmth not to impress anyone certainly not Brock and some boots which covered my thicken woolen socks. The ground outside the tiny cottage had been covered with about a foot of snow and a thin Iet of icy snow colored the shingle roof. It was definitely more than cold enough to have to...

Knock on DoorChapter 9

I pulled my van into the gravel parking lot of the Country Boys' Outfitters and Weapons Emporium, which was owned by the family of my Dad's boyhood friend Ted Jigeazian. There were maybe seven cars and six pick-up trucks in spaces to the right and left of the wide three front steps going up to the covered porch that managed to give the entire front of the hugely-oversized wooden barn-like building that housed the business a welcoming homey appeal. There were even two pairs of red rocking...

Walking HolidayChapter 4

Driving the car did wonders for my self-esteem too – in that it reduced it by half at least. Not even Erica laughed; they were all very quiet as the gears grated and crashed; and that was just backing it out of the garage. The girls sorted, with varying degrees of disgust, through their granny’s underclothes. “What is this for?” I heard Erica say loudly. There was some whispered explanation and an “oooh. Really? Does she do that?” I didn’t know what ‘it’ was, nor did I want to. I remembered...

Daze in the ValleyChapter 24

"So, you have to sell everything?" Rachelle asked, after she had spoken to Adam. "Does that include the house?" Edna sighed. "I'll have to come back out for that part, I'm sure," she said. "Mostly I just want it empty by tomorrow. Maybe the Reverend Jimmy will use this as a mausoleum or something." Rachelle had taken a moment to walk around and inspect the house. It was well-maintained. The area surrounding it wasn't affluent by any means but it was decent. She stepped outside...

A Bridge Between WorldsChapter 5

The next day, Mike and Melody began working through their morning routine as per usual. Upon dressing however, they were informed by a servant at their door that their presence was needed in King Farzan’s quarters at the top of the tower in the middle of the courtyard. Knowing this must be something of extreme importance, they walked hurriedly to the tower and began the long elevator ride up to the top. As the elevator stopped, a pair of guards greeted them, clad in armor and wielding...

Please Give me Something to Remember you by greatest generationChapter 3

Reluctant to open the door Laura stood on the porch. She could see lights through the blackout blinds. Startled when the door opened, she heard her aunt say, “The door’s always unlocked Honey, this is a nice neighborhood. Did you have an enjoyable time tonight?” It was 12:32. Her aunt had been standing at the door expecting her at this exact moment. If you only knew what I was doing she thought. Ushering her inside the door Beth could see the conflict written on her niece’s face. “You just...

Don t Sleep on the Subway Book ThreeChapter 12

(MAY 1940 – BELGIUM SURRENDERS) “Hitler, accompanied by Keitel, Jodl and others of the OKW staff, arrived at headquarters, which he had named Felsennest (Eyrie), near Muenstereifel just as dawn was breaking on May 10. Twenty-five miles to the west German forces were hurtling over the Belgian frontier. Along a front of 175 miles, from the North Sea to the Maginot Line, Nazi troops broke across the borders of three small neutral states, Holland, Belgium and Luxembourg, in brutal violation of...

Mother s LineChapter 6

After a week I was ready to throw in the towel. The code, and the file, had to be somewhere, they just weren't any place that I looked. I stewed about it for another few days before Irene suggested I stand the question on its head. How would the information get created and saved? Find examples, and I'd find the file. Take your average kid. Their first exposure to Claiborne was in the Orientation Class. I checked with Administration. We were due for a new crop of kids in the next few days....

Play Ball Winter JenningsChapter 16 O say can you see

Walker: “A rabbi, a priest, and a Lutheran minister walk into a bar.” Pilar: “Is this some kind of joke?” Walker and Pilar, holding hands, bowing, “Thank you, thank you. This ends our Kansas City engagement.” xxxxxxxxxx Douglas ‘Duke’ Arlington. A new trial, his second, for the murder of Gustav Hindenburg in Ft. Payne, Alabama. Different courtroom, different judge, different jurors, different defense attorneys. New evidence. Ned Daniels and Hilary Dunne would reprise their prosecutor...

Over the Hills and Faraway Book 5 Paying the PiperChapter 14 A New Billet

A closely observed, and obeyed, order at MilSys was all mobile phones had to be switched off when on site, which didn't bother me as so few people knew my number I received no calls. However, when I reached my digs I switched the mobile on to order a pizza, and saw I had a text message from a Mr. Burlington. I remembered he was the father-in-law of Billy Turner, the Grenadier Guardsman who saved my life in Afghanistan, and that Mr. Burlington was the concierge/commissionaire of an of...

AnnetteChapter 25

"I ought to go and get ready," said Annette softly. "What does that entail that it's going to take you an hour and a half?" "A bath, not a shower, hair wash, brush my hair, get dressed, make-up." "I can help you with the first four." "Do you mean that or are you trying to rush me?" "Yes to the first and no to the second and I'll really enjoy myself helping you." "Perhaps we ought to add an hour," she giggled. "What's an hour here and there?" "I love you." She...

Reginald s DisasterChapter 16

Next morning, around 10 a.m., the doorbell rang, and Carol answered, careful to keep the door on the chain. She greeted the man who stood at the door. “Yes, sir?” “Mr Robertson, please. Are you one of the ladies that were with him?” “With him, where?” “On his trip to Scarborough.” “No sir. I am the housekeeper. Please wait while I ask Mr Robertson if he wishes to speak with you.” She closed the door in his face, picked up the house phone and dialed the office. Reg answered. “Mr...

Don t Sleep on the Subway Book ThreeChapter 31 Aug 1942 First Massive American Air Attack on Germany

“We knew the world would not be the same. A few people laughed, a few people cried. Most people were silent. I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad-Gita; Vishnu is trying to persuade the Prince that he should do his duty, and to impress him, takes on his multi-armed form and says, ‘Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.’ I suppose we all thought that, one way or another.” ― J. Robert Oppenheimer It seems sort of strange looking back on the unfolding events of...

MaquisChapter 2

Chorley, Lancashire. April, the following year. “Look at that,” muttered Bill Sharples to his companion, nodding towards the large ‘Earth First - Truth And Freedom Party’ banner on the side of a taxi. They were walking as briskly as their age allowed them along Chorley High Street. It was an unexpectedly warm and sunny Saturday in early April, so the road was a little busier than expected, with extra shoppers and traffic. The following weekend would be Easter weekend, and all the signs and...

Don t Sleep on the Subway Book ThreeChapter 53 Apr 1945 Hitler Commits Suicide

“I die with a happy heart, aware of the immeasurable deeds and achievements of our soldiers at the front, our women at home, the achievements of our farmers and workers and the work, unique in history, of our youth who bear my name. That from the bottom of my heart I express my thanks to you all, is just as self-evident as my wish that you should, because of that, on no account give up the struggle, but rather continue it against the enemies of the Fatherland, no matter where, true to the...

Don t Sleep on the Subway Book ThreeChapter 61 Epilogue

I was sitting in the recreation room of the VA hospital pretending to be reading a book about the Napoleonic Wars and keeping my eyes on the exit door to see if I might be able to make a quick move to get away from the pills and the constant questions that did nothing but annoy me. When I shaved that morning, I looked into the mirror and scarcely recognized myself because that same reversal of time had taken place with my physical body after my return to my proper place in time. I had my...

Little SisterChapter 3 Boston

The summer between my junior and senior years was the first big change. All the social sciences require field work. The one I chose was to the slums of Boston. In some ways, it was like living in the flat, without the homework. My alcove became a dorm bed, with half a closet and a military foot locker. Showers were communal and hot water a rare privilege. Food was done on a chore schedule. Same old, same old. Forty hours a week I spent working at a transient shelter. Another twenty were at a...

Song of ThanksChapter 20 Eenie Meenie Minie Moe

Nothing is more difficult, and therefore more precious, than to be able to decide. Napoleon Bonaparte Grindelwald, in the Bernese Oberland, Switzerland, Thursday, June 28 Darryl and Courtney If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were. Kahlil Gibran "I will welcome you back as my friend or as my spouse," said Courtney. "But I don't want you back until you decide which it is going to be. We have hurt each other...

Naughty Nudist ReportChapter 4

Author’s note: This is a continuation of earlier reports. Please see Parts 1 - 3 to understand the purpose of this narrative. It’s taken a while to gather these cases and I appreciate readers sending me their stories. The first one in this part was emailed to me from someone who read the earlier reports. Case 15 – Current – Narration by a reader which I compiled from a series of emails. It is pretty much just as she mailed it to me: My name is Tess. I am married and 56 years old. Our two...

The ExhibitionistChapter 14

We had our phasers set for stun and had them in our hands as we were transported to Shorne, which was the name of their home planet in the alien language. We arrived with our belongings in backpacks of the type common on Shorne. We wanted to act as if we were some country bumpkins on our first visit to the big city of Horner. Hopefully, that way we would be excused for minor errors in decorum. It was getting toward supper time and people were going into the various restaurants we could see...

Emend by EclipseChapter 27

June 23, 1976 Some car models have an appeal that is universal. From the first day they were rolled off the assembly line, to the day the last one remains in existence, there are some cars that are special. One of those cars was the Chevrolet Standard Phaeton. As soon as Tim saw it, he fell in love with it. It was in sad shape, but Tim had to have it. “I have no idea how we’re going to get it out of here,” Benny said in disgust. There was a tree growing through the engine compartment. It...

The SisterhoodChapter 5

As she padded out to the terrace, Karla was frightened. Although she had been talking about her slavery from the beginning and knew it involved a whipping, in some sense it had amounted merely to words. Now there would be the reality. However, she had done far more in terms of advance preparation than anyone in the apartment knew. For example, she had checked the weather forecast, and she had prepared lengths of polyester rope for their use to tie her up. She was relieved that the apartment...

EarthquakeChapter 8

Bill and I were really worried about that encounter with the wild hog. Jake had a suggestion that sounded like it was worth following up: use a 12-gauge shotgun with a single slug. In fact, he had an idea that fit perfectly with our needs. He described a simple modification to a shotgun shell that his great-grandfather had used back in the days of the 1930s Great Depression. This was called a "cut shotgun shell." All it took was a knife to cut a ring around the shell, leaving just enough...

City LimitsChapter 7 The Nut

The week after Labor Day was stressful as Gee attempted to return to a normal relationship with his co-workers. Oddly, Rupert was easiest to work with. Clubbing Gee had been understandable and Rupert’s apology simple. “I’m just glad you care so much about your employees,” Gee said. “Get a slab of bacon and get it sliced,” Rupert responded. That was all that was needed for the two to be back to normal. Onyx flushed in embarrassment each time she saw him. She was the one who dialed 911 and...

Don t Sleep in the Subway Part TwoChapter 25

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