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Death Note

You slump down in a seat in the cafeteria, waiting for the first bell to sound so you can start another boring day of school. With nothing better to do, you open the newspaper you brought from home, and are greeted to a sports headline. After reading through the paper for a few minutes, you find articles about a serial killer, an arsonist, and a women in need of expensive surgery winning the lottery. You think to yourself, 'There's a shit load of important news in this paper, and they opened...

Death of Purity

Amy was one of those girls that people looked past. She was well liked and respected by her workmates but no one really cared that she went home alone to an empty one-bedroom apartment at night. Her teeth were insanely crooked and her skin was left with the scars of chicken pox or some other childhood illness. The nose that graced her face belonged on the face of a man associated with either hockey or the mob and her hair was stringy, but I suspected that was from a lack of education on how to...

Death by BlowJob

My name is Michelle. This is the true story of the first time that I let a guy cum in my mouth during a blow job. I was one of those girls that never stood out in a crowd in high school. I was too smart to be popular . Those traits are exactly what attracted my first boyfriend (who later became my husband) to me.Freshman year of college, I'd been out on a few dates, but could never find someone to be serious with. There had been one guy that I liked a bit, but it never went beyond a drunken...

Death Ode to an Electronic Device

Poor little iPod. Faithful servant; you finally died.No tunes to jam by or any music for the ride.Sixty gigs of memory, you had a lot of stuff.You traveled the world with me to places generally rough.You kept me company in ole' Douchebagistan,as I charged you with solar cells and cooled you down with fans.Or hooked you up to the laptop in Iraq,or the time I left you during that fucking mortar attack.I've had you in shitholes where things weren't so nice.Or when we partied in Dubai with women,...

Death By Misadventure Part 5

9 Long before the hands on the clock have crept round to half-past three I'm thoroughly bored. The only thing on the television is a bowl of wax fruit, I've read every newspaper, magazine and brochure in the lounge from cover to cover, and played so many games of noughts and crosses against myself I don't know if I'm still me or I've changed into the person I'm trying to beat. To make matters worse, the rain has arrived as promised and shows no more sign of letting up than a...

Death By Misadventure Part 6

Consciousness returns to me slowly, like a kitten whose trust I lost through playing too roughly. It exacts a cruel retribution, each moment of lucidity more uncomfortable than the last. My back feels cold, there's a nasty taste in my mouth, and an orchestra consisting solely of a percussion section is performing an extended symphony at the back of my skull. There's only one conclusion I can draw: I'm in for the mother, father, brother, sister, aunt, uncle and second cousin twice removed...

Death of a Model

Mel Kidder is being photographed by a gay guy who always irritates him. Mel is wearing nothing but bikini briefs, and the gay guy, Karl, is tucking the cotton between Mel's ass cheeks to make Mel's cock more prominent up front. "I want you to look as sexy as possible," Karl whispers in the male model's ear. "We want women to buy Flare bikinis for their men!" And then, with a chuckle, he adds, "and men to buy it for their men!" Karl's fingers slip under the elastic band, glide to the...

Death Becomes Her

There might be a grand plan. But, nobody’s shared it with me. As far as I know, life’s nothing but chance encounters woven into meaning by the choices we make. Nonetheless, karma’s a heartless bitch, and, sometimes she’ll make you wonder why your life sucks. I was in Chicago because conventions are big business. Every convention needs speakers. I’ve been inside at DHS. So, I get requests to talk. That’s why I was in the lineup at one of those godawful events, where nothing makes sense. But...

Death of a Drone

Doris was really bored. In fact, everything was so routine on this run that she had put most of her systems on standby to save on fuel consumption. The shadows were getting a little long behind the mountains but she was able to sort out the shadings with very little difficulty. She was getting ready to make one last sweep along the northern edge of her area of responsibility when she saw the non-conforming intruder moving slowly from right to left but not fast enough to keep pace with the...

Death Becomes Her

“Did I take my pill?” He wonders, his thoughts slowly penetrating the chemically induced fog. “Mistress gets angry with me if I don’t take it and she doesn’t want to be angry with me. I know because she told me.” He gives a disimpassioned smile with the association of his mistress and her reluctance to punish him. He checks the time and sees it is 33 minutes past one o’clock. The thought that he may displease his mistress is sufficient reason to open the pill case and count the pills, “one,...

Death of a Blanket Hog

Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below. Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him. Any comments are...

Death of a Planet a Rae Arizona Adventure

Rae Arizona awakened at her beachfront home under the rising suns of Arcturus IX. Taking a cup of coffee from the replicator, she padded out to the deck facing the ocean and lay on a lounger. The warmth felt good on her skin and he never tired of watching the dual sunrises over the emerald sea. Sith suddenly appeared at her side. "Beautiful sunrises are they not?" Rae had become used to the feline humanoid's stealthy approach which was his nature. When he came to live with her and Jan he...

Death in the Atlantic

The engine of the car burbled as Nick sat in it preparing mentally for what he was preparing to do. Everybody told him not to do this. The soft gentle burble of the 3.3 litre supercharged straight-eight idling punctuated his thoughts, making him all the more worried about his intentions. Everyone told him what he was doing didn't border on insanity- it WAS insanity. His insurance company told him if he did it, his collision AND life insurances were void. He was perhaps more scared by other...

Death By FuckingChapter 3 Passion or Love Andrew s Story

We were lying in bed in Deirdre's hotel room recovering from a bout of mind-blowing liberating sex, at least from my point of view. I had wanted to make slow sensuous love to this woman who had suddenly become the focus of my life. Instead I lost my head and it turned into a long hard monkey fuck. It was a mistake. I don't know what happened. One minute I was this guy trying desperately to impress the woman of his dreams. The next minute I was primal man staking his claim on Eve in the...

Death By FuckingChapter 5 It Takes Two Andrew s Story

We had spent an evening of love and sex, Dee Dee and I. It was time for me to be off. We both have work in the morning. Oh, boy. Wonder what that's going to be like? She was lying partially under the cover, one arm thrown carelessly above her head, her eyes closed and a sensual, lazy smile on her face. I could see her semi-nude form looking so warm and inviting and could feel myself stirring once again. I finished dressing and walked over to her bed, kneeled at the bedside and put my arms...

Death By FuckingChapter 7 My Two Sluts Andrew s Story

I was caught in the act! Here I thought I was lying in bed with Dee Dee, my dick firmly implanted in her pussy, when suddenly there Dee Dee was standing in the doorway of the bathroom. My dick began to shrink like it had sprung a leak. I looked at her again. She was standing there with an indecipherable expression on her face. Good lord, she was standing there in just a towel. And the towel was around her hair! What could I say? Her body was fabulous, soft, small round mounds at all the...

Death By FuckingChapter 8 Dinner for Three Andrew s Story

Donnie and Dee Dee made me lie on the bed and watch a little TV while they prepared for dinner. Donnie insisted on taking another shower, though I didn't for the life of me know why. Come to think of it, she insisted that I take a shower too; not together though. I wanted to get in with her, but she wanted to reset to zero with our relationship and act like we hadn't just fucked each other's brains out. I'll never understand women. There is something tremendously domestic about watching...

Death By FuckingChapter 9 One of Us

Donnie's Story Dee Dee and I broke some of the news to Andrew tonight. We told him the short-term important stuff anyway. It was all he really needed to know to make a decision about us. Dee Dee and I have been debating about the rest. She hardly believes it herself and sees no reason to involve Andrew yet. But I believe it. And Andrew has to know sometime. But I'll respect her point of view and keep quiet for the present, I suppose. We dropped Dee Dee off at the Hyatt. She gave Andrew a...

Death By FuckingChapter 14 Scenes from the Year Zero

I may look back on this year and say 'that's when it all started'. It might be the year that things changed just for me. Or it might be the year that things changed for the whole world. This might be the Year Zero. This could be our Genesis. Some future historians will look back and mark 2003 A.D. as the start of the new calendar, the third era of mankind. Naahh! If I talk to people about this they will think I am nuts. They already think I'm nuts, going from no woman to two women...

Death By FuckingChapter 15 Children of the Damned

Andrew's Story - Telempathy It happened one night. I had been going down on Dee Dee, giving her one of my patented 'make her talk' jobs. Because of her fragile condition (she is seven months preggers after all) I relented after only about fifteen minutes of gentle torture and got her off big time. Her screams could have woken the dead. But it wasn't the dead she woke. I lay there with my head on her enlarged belly. She is incredibly beautiful pregnant. Her face is aglow. Her tits are...

Death By FuckingChapter 17 Preparations and Programming

The Year Five Andrew's Story It's the database that's important. I'd taught the twerps to program starting when they were three. They are a whole lot smarter than I am. Was three years old too young to learn to program? I don't think so. I've done the initial system design, but soon I'll turn that over to them, too. Let's face it, when the brains were passed out in this family, I was last in line. Anyway their assignment recently was to build me a firewall. I've got a plan. It's...

Death By FuckingChapter 21 Fantasies

Andrew's Story I was in the middle of my favorite part of the day. I had my tongue buried deeply in Dee Dee's pussy, tasting that sweet nectar. She was really in to it now, her passion rising and approaching a peak. I was trying to decide how long I should drag it out. I can keep her up as long as I want, sometimes. She can become crazed: needing, wanting, but never having. It's damn sexy. To see my beautiful serene wife lose all semblance of control is as good as it gets. Of course,...

Death By FuckingChapter 22 Fantasies Fulfilled

The Year Eight Donnie's Story People in this country must think our family life revolves around sex, which is patently ridiculous. These magazine articles have only added fuel to the fire. First there was that hilarious Playboy article with the twin centerfolds. Then Cosmo comes out and suddenly my and Deirdre's naked asses are prominently displayed in every grocery store in the country. That issue was Cosmo's all-time best seller. Andrew bought three copies himself. And then the...

Death By FuckingChapter 23 Emphatic Feedback

The Year Eight Dee Dee's Story We've only been together nine years, but it seems like forever. My life falls neatly into two distinct eras: Before Andrew and the Andrew Years. The eras are so different that I feel like a totally different person. When I was thirty-four, I was doing what I wanted, working at my chosen career and performing well. I was important to some people, mostly customers who I was assigned to help. But aside from Donnie, I had no friends, no lovers, no personal life...

Death By FuckingChapter 25 The Quick Years

The Year 13 Deirdre's Story: I had to go into town to pick up something at the drugstore, so I grabbed Emma to go along for the ride. We have a rule in our house: no parent goes anywhere without being accompanied by an eKid. There have been rumblings over the years about us. We've heard them. We've read about them. We aren't necessarily the most popular people in eastern Georgia. It's strange to take a teenager along as one's personal bodyguard. The eKids are powerful. No one really...

Death Rides the Night Winds a Karl and Merry Adventure

"There is the village we seek, Eldrich," Sage said, swooping down to land in the village common. Eldritch slid from Sage's back and stretched. The flight has been long, but they had arrived. The villagers streamed from their homes to greet them, standing about in solemn groups, eyeing the huge dragon and the weapons festooned warrior with a mixture of awe and uneasiness. A portly man emerged from a group, extending his hand and saying "I am Chief Alderman Pickens; I welcome you to the...

Death of a HeroChapter 2

A soft arm flung over Steele’s chest woke him. His eyes opened and he held his breath, letting it out quietly when he saw Sally lying peacefully on her side next to him. All the stress was gone from her face. Maybe she had been right. Maybe being with him was what she had needed. He glanced at the clock on the end table. Only about two hours sleep. He stifled the yawn. Steele lifted her arm with the fingertips of his thumb and index finger and slid out from under it, laying it gently back...

Death of a HeroChapter 3

Lincoln Steele swept his room at the Old South Inn for microphones and cameras. It took a while to inspect every light fixture, vent, and other places the electronics could be hidden. Why so long? He hadn’t brought the sophisticated equipment he had back home. There had been no need. He was there to bury a friend. That’s all. So much of Steele’s life took him where he had not planned. Confident he wasn’t being monitored, Steele returned to the empty suitcase on his bed. He lifted a thin lead...

Death of a HeroChapter 4

Bufford sat on his living room sofa wearing a red and white plaid, short-sleeve shirt with his arms stretched out to the sides. He was naked from the waist down except for the black socks, and his legs were spread. A few unopened beer cans remained on the table between the couch and chair. The empty ones littered the floor. With the coffee table pushed aside, there was no place for Bufford or his brother to put the empties. A young black woman, kneeling between Bufford’s spread legs, had his...

Death of a HeroChapter 5

Lincoln Steele said goodbye to Captain Wilks and hung up. Wilks was returning home, had two hours to catch his plane. There was nothing more he could do there. He had no jurisdiction and the local police chief was no help. Less than no help. When questioned by Wilks, he had smiled politely and seemed to listen, but Wilks knew from experience he was being stonewalled. Calling the FBI had crossed his mind, but other than not filing the missing person report, what did the police chief do wrong?...

Death of a HeroChapter 6

Darkness shielded Lincoln Steele as he sat in his pickup truck surveilling Jake’s house. There were no streetlights outside of town, and the thick clouds that seemed to always blanket Mississippi hid the moon. For the third straight night, Jake went into town, most likely to the bar at the Old South Inn. He always left the house lights on with the curtains drawn, but there wasn’t any movement. No one else came or left. Steele would search the house and, if it didn’t produce a lead, he’d take...

Death of a HeroChapter 8

The next morning, Steele and Mrs. Wallerman walked in on Tilda stacking the beddings on the living room floor. Wearing the same ridiculous outfit Jake had dressed her in, the stiff tutu-like skirt pointed at the ceiling and floor as she bent over. Her scarred, naked butt looked like the bullseye of a target. “Ahem,” Steele said. Tilda sprang up and spun around. “Oh! Morning.” “How was the couch?” Steele asked. “Sleep well?” “I did...” Tilda paused with a crooked smile, “once all that...

Death of a HeroChapter 9

Steele drove to the Old South Inn and backed his pickup truck in front of his room. He showered and changed before removing his Glock from the hidden compartment in his suitcase and tucking it into the front of his pants under his shirt. As he strolled toward the inn’s main entrance, a few cars whizzed by on the road, but the parking lot was quiet. He glanced through the window into the bar, but it was closed that time of day and empty. He continued on to the lobby. Bufford was where he...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 4

It had been years since Bryant had been to the beach. He would occasionally visit Lake Michigan but that hardly counted as a beach. This southern summer sun was hot, but it was a pleasant hot. It lacked the humidity that made it unbearable. The scenery was nice — and not just the whitecaps on the ocean. The beach was filled with vacationers, and many of them were attractive females. It had been more than a year since Bryant's last date and glancing around at all the female flesh on display...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 5

Bryant took his leave from O'Bannon's Pub at seven thirty. He had switched to water for the last hour, even though he'd only consumed two beers in the time he'd been there. A DUI would not bode well for him in his job search. He plopped down on his bed at the inn and stretched his legs out. He thought about what he knew about Emerald Cove. Sure, the job would have its downsides. Every job would be like that. But those problems wouldn't necessarily be his to correct. His job would be to...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 6

All chattering ceased as Bryant entered the yard, accompanied by Charmaine and Allyson Granger. Forty sets of eyes turned to face the newcomers. Bryant took an involuntary gulp as watched as Steve Curtis stepped up on a picnic table. "Ladies and gentlemen, the man of the hour has arrived!" he stated. "Detective Bryant Hawkins has agreed to assume command of our newly created detective's bureau. It is the first step in turning Emerald Cove into the sort of city we all think it can...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 7

Rather than have Steve and Allyson track down their vehicles, Bryant suggested they take his SUV — since it was parked right behind them. He tossed the keys to Allyson and climbed into the backseat. Allyson admonished the lieutenant and patrolman to maintain radio silence. "If either of you call ahead to warn them, I will add tampering with evidence charges against you," she promised. The men nodded and returned to their vehicles. Then she turned to Steve Curtis. "You drive," she...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 8

The October air was chilly when Bryant first saw the Silver Memorial Bridge across the Ohio River and into Gallipolis. The temperature in Emerald Cove had been in the mid-seventies when he departed. Jan had suggested he fly to Ohio to interview the Brockleman family and Mary Beth Brockleman's friends. But after taking into account the drive to Atlanta, the wait at the security checkpoint, the hassle about bringing a firearm aboard the plane and the travel time from Columbus, Ohio, or...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 15

Randall Howard strode into the courtroom purposefully. He stopped beside the defendant's table, glanced at the bandage across Mayfield's face and the bruising around the kid's eyes. His face broke out into a wide smile. He didn't acknowledge anyone else in the courtroom before he took the stand to be sworn in. "Good afternoon, Mr. Howard," Allyson said genially as she stood from the table. She introduced herself. "Please state your full name, your age and your occupation for the...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 16

Bryant and Allyson flew separately from Jonathan Mayfield and two South Carolina State troopers. The judge had placed the videotape into evidence and immediately signed off on the extradition warrant. The Ohio governor's office agreed and Jonathan Mayfield was on his way to South Carolina to face first-degree murder charges. Allyson's alma mater, Northwestern, was in Bloomington, Indiana, for a Big Ten Conference game with the Hoosiers and she wanted to go west to see the game. They would...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 21

Allyson asked for a sidebar with Judge Manning and the prosecution before the second afternoon session opened. Jonah Attenborough joined them at the bench. "Your Honor, the state asks for the Court's indulgence," Allyson opened. "Because of Mr. Quinn's constant interruptions over matters than have already been decided and Mr. Mayfield's outbursts, the state's case is not as far along with this witness as we'd hoped. I'm positive that Mr. Quinn will wish to spend a considerable...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 23

As in many criminal trials, the defense had the option of waiting until the close of the case in chief (another name for the prosecution's parade of testimony and evidence) to deliver its opening statement. Wyatt Quinn stood in front of the assembled jurors with his hands in the pockets of his Brooks Brothers suit. He didn't have a picture of the victim or any other prop with him. He would use his words to sway the jury to his side of the argument. "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury," he...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 24

Wyatt Quinn asked for a brief recess after the prosecution had dismantled his DNA 'expert'. His second star witness, a psychologist, was also susceptible to cross-examination. The Mayfield family had contacted four mental health professionals and only Dr. Melinda Gross had communicated anything positive. The Mayfields made certain to exclude Quinn from their dealings. Since no work product was provided, there was no need to send it to the prosecution. It was slimy but it was also...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 28

Bryant had his back to the bedroom door as he loaded bottles of water into a small cooler he kept for his beach trips. He heard the door open but didn't turn around until Jan cleared her throat. When he did turn, he almost dropped the cooler on his foot. It was far more of Jan Elliot than he had seen in the four years she was his partner. It took him a moment to find his voice. "Maybe we should carry our guns," he said. "If you walk down the beach looking like that, we're going to see...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 29

Jan wasn't the only one thinking about the day. Bryant stood in the shower thinking many of the same thoughts that had run through Jan's head. She had seemed ... he tried to think of a better word than normal and couldn't come up with one. It had been a fun day, he decided. He had enjoyed spending the afternoon with Jan. Hell, he admitted to himself, he had even enjoyed kissing her. The kisses had surprised him. No, he decided, that wasn't right. They had stunned him. The first one had...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 30

Jan was somewhat disappointed when she saw Bryant making up his couch. She wasn't certain how far she wanted the night to go but she disliked the fact that the decision had already been made. She sat down in the chair opposite the coach and tucked her legs beneath her. Her silk robe fell open and her off-white panties were visible until she closed the robe. She chatted with Bryant, extending her legs and adjusting her posture to try to keep Bryant interested. He seemed resolved to sleeping...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 31

Jan decided that she really didn't need to go back to her house for clothing. Bryant had laundered the things she had packed for Atlanta. She still had a black skirt and a white blouse clean. That's what she would wear for her bartending duties. She mostly wanted to get some sleepwear. The cotton nightshirt was fine when she thought they'd be in separate rooms in Atlanta but it didn't send the right message while they were sharing an apartment in Emerald Cove. So after they decided just...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 32

Bryant wandered downstairs and found Chuck sitting on the back deck. Chuck looked up when he heard Bryant descending. "Is everything okay in there?" Bryant asked. "It looks great!" Chuck enthused. "You even mopped the floor and cleaned the grill." "I've been down here while you get thing set up for the next day," Bryant said. He handed over the deposit slip that he'd carried upstairs the night before. "B'damn, boyo," Chuck said. "You had a $5,000 night! I've only had two of...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 33

The beach was starting to fill up. It was always that way on Friday mornings. The people heading out that afternoon wanted one last day in the sun and the people just starting their vacations were eager to see the sand and surf. Angel and Anna had disappeared in the room they shared to put on swimwear beneath their clothes. Maria decided that was a good plan so she did the same. Bryant was still wearing a pair of ratty sweatpants cut off at the thighs, an Emerald Cove PD T-shirt, flip-flops...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 34

It was only a few moments later when Anna returned holding her phone. "He wants to talk to you," she told Bryant as she pushed the phone at him. "Sure thing," Bryant said in a warm tone that he hoped would carry through the cell towers. "I'd like to talk to him, too. Thanks, Anna. You've been a big help." He noticed the smile Jan gave him and figured he must have handled the situation correctly. Outside of the week or so he spent hanging out with Angel, Bryant had little to no...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 35

As the rest of the group got ready to head back to their respective abodes, Jan pulled Bryant aside. "I want home-field advantage tonight," she told him. "Why don't you go upstairs and pack an overnight bag." "Shouldn't we stay close until the girls are home?" he wondered. "They're fine," Jan assured him. "They all know you'll have their asses in a sling if they go looking for trouble." "I was more worried about the trouble that might find them without looking," Bryant...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 36

Bryant and David got the Kozlov family settled at the Seaside Inn before heading in opposite directions. David and Maria were going out to an intimate dinner at the Stone Crab Resort. The teenage girls had planned an evening of miniature golf and go-kart racing. Jan and Bryant settled down at her house for a quiet evening at her house. "Did you get all the invitations out for tomorrow?" Bryant asked. "I told Linda," Jan replied. "That should be enough." Bryant laughed aloud and...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 38

It was well after lunch when the switchboard operator buzzed back to tell Bryant he had a call. It was the first one directed to him that entire day – something he didn't mind in the slightest. "Chief, this is Mike Mitchell," the voice announced. "I'm not sure if you remember me but I'm with the Ohio State Highway Patrol. I used to be stationed in Hamilton County. That's Cincinnati." "I remember, Trooper Mitchell," Bryant replied. "It's sergeant now," Mitchell told him....

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 39

Bryant pulled back into the spot he had vacated only half an hour before. He knew the officers weren't dressed to wear a vest beneath their uniform tops so he picked up windbreakers for them to wear on top of their armor. He took Grant's spot while she slipped a vest over her uniform and then did the same for Harv. He did the same over the next few minutes until everyone was outfitted properly. Then he drove around the corner and pulled to a stop in front of Jan's house. He saw Holly's...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 40

For the second time in 13 days, Bryant drove from Atlanta back to Emerald Cove. His had flown from Dayton to Charlotte, N.C., after dropping off the Lucas family in Wapakoneta. He had left Kelley Lucas with enough money that she could rent a car and a hotel room four times in the next two months. He planned to put the Lucas family in for the reward that the Feds had offered for the capture of Eileen Mayfield – if she ever turned up. That $50,000 would help the family a great deal, he...

Death and Love in MarjahChapter 1

She was naked and tied to a bed when I first met her. Now, when I say met, it is a little deceiving. And when I say naked and tied to a bed, what I mean is that she was dirty, bleeding from her mouth, her lip was swollen, left eye blackening, and her hair looked like a rat's nest after a cat gets through with its occupants. Her hands were tied to the wooden headboard and her feet tied to the underside of the bare mattress somehow. Oh, did I forget to mention the five Taliban guys staring...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 42

Bryant was emotionally drained by the time the chat ended more than an hour later. Neither side had asked for pictures or any personal information. Little Darlings 23 said they had two children, both girls. One was eleven and the other was ten. Outside of sharing a few vacation stories and talking in general, there was nothing more gained from the exchange. "We'll be on Saturday night if you want to chat again," the screen read. "Hope to see you then." "Very productive," Tallmadge...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 43

Cassidy broke into tears as she left the room and rushed into Holly's embrace. "Hey, it's okay," Holly advised as she hugged the young woman. "You did a great job." Cassidy looked up with tear-stained eyes. "Those girls are going to be molested by that monster tonight," she wailed, "and it's all my fault. If I had just left things to Bryant, they'd be safe. Instead I had to push it. Did you see that woman? She was drooling on her keyboard. Oh those poor little girls." "You...

Death and Love in MarjahChapter 3

A china-faced doll and a computer programming package full of science and math info and games, both wrapped, were stuffed into my overnight bag. The rest of my crap was packed up and shipped down to Ft. Benning. The day after the call from my sister I was called into the Commandant's office and thanked for my service but Uncle Sam had better things to do with my skills than teaching wanna-be Lts. how to fight hand-to-hand and lead small units in combat. While I agreed, I told him (honestly)...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 44

Jan was not thrilled by what Herman had suggested but the pages of notes from an expert on female sex offenders swayed her opinion. She also was not happy about going around some members of the task force even though she understood the rationale behind it. Bryant went to his apartment while Jan, Holly and Cassidy went to the basketball game. He changed into a tight T-shirt and logged on to the site where he'd first met the Westlakes. An instant message popped up almost immediately. "I...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 45

The FBI liaison pulled Bryant aside as he left the briefing. "I've discussed this with my superiors and we have a suggestion," the woman said. The FBI had been extremely helpful in getting the more mundane aspects of the sting operation into place. Merton Lysander Beckwith had a valid Georgia driver's license and a divorce record registered in the county. He had a vehicle registered with the state and had all of his tax filings in order. Beckwith Construction had a few contracts under...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 46

Bryant was only a few minutes away from the diner when his phone rang again. "When I said you would distract her that wasn't what I meant," Jan said. "Jesus Christ!" Bryant fumed. "She was like a dog in heat." "A bitch in heat," Jan corrected with a laugh. "At least you made it out of there with your virtue intact. But I have to tell you, I don't want those fingers anywhere near me until you dip them in acid or something." "I already scrubbed the hell of out them with the...

Death and a Life in Emerald CoveChapter 47

"I wish we could arrest her right there," Jan said. She was riding with Bryant in his truck. Allyson and the FBI agent were following close behind. They would take possession of the evidence as soon as Bryant was away from the house. "They have to analyze the evidence," Bryant said. "But Allyson already has the arrest warrants drawn up. The first sign of illicit material and the cuffs go on. We can add charges as the analysis continues. I wasn't joking about what I told her. I just...

Death Becomes HerChapter 4

Ve knelt beside her Jeff, eyes on his face. They were closed again. Had been, for quite some time. Time was new. She understood time, she thought. Time was what was between things. Ve was also, slowly, coming to understand understanding. What she saw meant something, and if she tried, observed more, that meaning would come to her. She still did not understand Jeff. The room was dark, the only faint light coming in from a glass covered opening in the wall. His face was mostly in shadow, but...

Death and Damnation Book 2 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 2 The Knowledge Gathering Bureau

You must be heartily sickened by my constant admission of being astonished, amazed, shocked etc, -but how else am I to describe the feelings I had experienced over the past week? Let me enumerate the surprising and incredible events that had befallen me. My opponent in a duel, a noted marksman, had fired and missed me, whereas I, a complete novice with a pistol, had fired and killed him. I then discover that Caroline Vanner, who I had fallen in love with at our first meeting the previous...

Death and Damnation Book 2 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 3 Marlow

The Swan Inn turned out to be a flea infested midden of a place, so I swiftly returned downstream to Maidenhead and put up at The Bear, a well-known and hospitable coaching inn. I recalled that it was at Maidenhead that Susannah Procter had lost her maidenhead, and I wondered if she and Gethsemane Goosepath, her husband's Welsh curate, were still taking their 'nature walks'. I confess I felt envious of the curate, and would welcome being able to revisit Susannah's silken-smooth, soft,...

Death and Damnation Book 2 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 4 Krish

Colonel Slade read through my report and then laid the document on the desk in front of him. "This is a well written and informative report, Greenaway. You certainly display the necessary skills for this job, and your man Allen also shows great promise. Well done." He gave a rare, if wintry, smile. "Lord Lane is known to us - he is an old lecher, but does not involve himself in politics. However others who attend the wedding may interest us. Fortunately we have an informer at Taplow Court...

Death and Damnation Book 2 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 5 Libertarian or Libertine

By now we had received the lists of those who had attended the Shelleys' wedding, and also those who attended the after wedding entertainment, hosted by Lord and Lady Lane at Taplow Court. I asked Colonel Slade why he always referred to the entertainments at the Lanes' as 'Rowley's Revels'. He laughed and explained. "You may recall that King Charles the Second had the soubriquet of 'Old Rowley'? The reason being was that the king had the stamina, and the appetite, of his favourite...

Death and Damnation Book 2 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 10 Consummations

It was as Woodrow Allen had suggested. I ploughed Annette Blanchard's fields by day, then ploughed her madge by night. After the ploughing it was the sowing; during the day I cast seed upon the field and at night I cast my seed upon her furrow. It did not seem as if this would be the outcome when we first climbed the stairs to her bedroom. The lady had requested me to be gentle, slow, and not thrust wildly into her portal, nor practise cunnilingus upon her madge, and I obeyed all these...

Death and Damnation Book 2 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 11 Complications

After Chloe left I returned to repairing the stable door, but my mind was not completely on the task. The wild idea that had entered my mind, of remaining at Château Blanchard and having Annette and the three girls as my mistresses, had become a more tangible thought. I still had not heard from Caroline, and all I had was Krish’s assurance it was me that she loved. Even if Krish was correct regarding her feelings towards me, she may have reassessed her priorities now she was widow. I knew...

Death and Damnation Book 2 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 12 A change of heart

I awoke early next morning. A soldier usually awakes at first light but here at the château I would just turn over and return to sleep. However this morning I had plenty of work to do, and plenty on my mind to think over. I got out of bed, trying not to disturb Annette and quickly got dressed. "Why are you up so early, my love?" Annette spoke sleepily from the bed. "I have many trips to make to the sawmill at Wallers, besides which I have promised François I would help in the stables:...

Death and Damnation Book 2 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 13 Consternation

Dinner that night was a delightful experience. The food was excellent, as always, and as good as any provided by Mrs Lawson at Laverton Rectory during my stay in Wiltshire, besides which my dinner table companion was a great deal more acceptable than the Reverend Proctor. Annette and I exchanged loving looks, and the only jarring note to the harmony of the evening was the face of Mimi. She had returned from Valenciennes in no better frame of mind than when she had left the château. It seemed...

Death and Damnation Book 2 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 14 The return

I made good time getting to Calais considering that I was leading Woody's horse and could only progress at a walk. The Channel crossing was relatively calm; even so I suffered an attack of mal de mer but recovered soon after disembarking at Dover. I had several Cambrai cheeses for Gerard De Pardieu, Baron d'Abbeville, and also some questions: how was it that de La Zouche had known my London address, and thus followed me when I left for France? The road from Dover passed through an area of...

Death and Damnation Book 2 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 15 The Chase

Actually the trip was not as unpleasant as I had feared. Our orders, giving us carte blanche to use all and any force to stop the sailing of Western Star, were delivered ten minutes before we climbed aboard the Bristol mail coach. Unfortunately Jane and I had to sit atop of the coach, as our booking had been too late to secure an inside berth. As it was two other passengers were ejected to make room for us, much to their displeasure. We were well wrapped up against the cold night air as the...

Death and Damnation Book 2 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 16 Down to the sea in ships

The barge Princess Caroline made a brief stop at Westminster Bridge steps, allowing Patrick and I to disembark, from where it was but a short walk along Whitehall to Horse Guards. On entering Colonel Slade’s office I was pleased to see both Krish Armityge and Zinnia Teazle present, as I had little opportunity to speak to either of them before having to rush off to Bristol. I looked forward to picking up the latest news concerning Caroline Ashford from Krish, and of my sister Rebekah from...

Death and Damnation Book 2 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 17 The Western Star

If I had dropped my breeches and exposed my buttocks it would not have exceeded the astonishment my statement caused on the quarterdeck. Mouths dropped open in amazement, and I dare say also in ignorance as to where Pondicherry was located. Captain Ramsey was the first to react. “Mister Stiles, a heading for Cape Town, if you please.” The sailing master gave a quick ‘aye, aye, Sir’, and went to the binnacle and his charts. “Mister Moore, all hands to wear ship. We will take a southerly...

Death and Damnation Book 2 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 18 The Unhappy Return

I arrived at the prison to collect Eloise de La Zouche early the next morning. Captain Ramsey wanted her aboard, and her dunnage stowed, by 8 am, although we were not due to sail until the afternoon. The prison governor greeted me with the news that she had escaped. He took me to her cell; the door hung open, and on the floor lay the body of the bearded turnkey, his trousers around his ankles and his throat cut. "He was discovered when the morning shift came on duty at five. The surgeon...

Death Penalty for a Ghost in ChinaChapter 2

“What the hell are you doing in China?” my uncle asked me, belligerently, over Skype, soon after I’d arrived. Well, I’d come to work, to teach at a university, in hopes of a better position back home... The university I accepted a position at had only been open for 10 years, as a partnership with the Florida university system. It was yet another American school hungry to cash in on the growing Chinese market. Given the dismal state of most Chinese universities, and how desperate...

Death Penalty for a Ghost in ChinaChapter 3

三 I landed in Shanghai, stayed my first couple days there, doing the tourist thing. I was awed by the metropolis, its varied architecture, dazzling skyline, and endless cultural, historical attractions. It was like a larger, more crowded, more lit up, more neon, more exotic and more futuristic version of New York City. However, my school and its surroundings were a far cry from Shanghai’s towering, glass-plated buildings, Lamborghinis, and grandeur. As I rode in the carriage of a bullet...

Death Penalty for a Ghost in ChinaChapter 4

四 The nightmares fit a pattern. I’d be in my apartment building’s corridor, find myself in vivid encounters with angry, confused souls, mostly men, wearing dark blue prison clothes with a bar code like number on the front and back of their shirts. They were in pain, these men. Physical pain. Psychic pain. Many were riddled full of bullet holes, and they were holding spades, trying to dig into the floor. Their festering, open gashes, flesh wounds were streaming dark red blood as they stabbed...

Death Penalty for a Ghost in ChinaChapter 5

五 As the term went on, day to day life, work was becoming more difficult- and more bizarre. Classes would often be canceled or moved to other classrooms, much of the time without the school informing me, and I’d have to search the hallways, searching the cavernous, mostly empty teaching building, looking for my class. While looking about the building, searching for my students, I’d see shadowy rooms with emaciated men in tiger chairs, being lashed with a truncheon by men in dark black...

Death Penalty for a Ghost in ChinaChapter 6

六 The drilling sounds in the morning were becoming louder and louder, waking me up every day, often around 4 a.m., if I could sleep at all. The insomnia got worse. It’d grown malignant. I’d have to take Xanax, every night, otherwise I couldn’t sleep a wink. It wasn’t only me. Marco, the others, they’d been looking rough as well, their complexions sallow... I was starting to believe the school itself to be a ghost or maybe a vampire that was sucking away our collective life force, cruelly...

Death Penalty for a Ghost in ChinaChapter 8

八 I’d been taking the pills, stronger doses, every night. Had been avoiding dreams. But not avoiding ghosts, since I was seeing the torso again, the severed lower half of the deliveryman’s body, in his same bright orange pants. That damn torso, running around my fucking apartment. I’d been hanging the pieces of paper with 安静 written on them around the apartment, but that was no longer keeping away the walking legs. The ghost had no respect. It accompanied the drilling sounds much of the...

Death Penalty for a Ghost in ChinaChapter 9

九 I think the torso had escaped back out to the road. Perhaps was animated by a malevolent spirit, doing its bidding. Maybe I should have kept it in my apartment where it wasn’t really hurting anyone, just being mischievous, mostly. Out on the road, in the same spot where the semitruck had struck the deliveryman, there’d been a series of strange car accidents where cars’ breaks failed or their lights would switch off at night, cause collisions with other vehicles, often smashing into...

Death Penalty for a Ghost in ChinaChapter 10

十 The accidents continued. Perhaps the torso didn’t have enough souls. Or more was going on. Yesterday, a truck driving by the school had its cargo load escape. A bunch of loose barrels rolled out and struck a cleaner on the side of the road, bowling over, crushing and killing the elderly woman instantly. Rooster had been hopping by on his pogo stick when he saw her mangled corpse, the crowd circled around her, snapping cell phone pics. “She survived the Great Leap Forward, the Cultural...

Death Penalty for a Ghost in ChinaChapter 12

十二 When I awoke to the next morning, a severed arm was floating in the air, running its long bony, frigid fingers through my hair. I sprung up and slapped wildly at its cold flesh, and it disappeared and vaporized into the damp chill of the room. I slapped myself in the face, told myself it was the dreams eating at me again, and I dressed, cleaned myself up, tried to focus on other things, like my lecture I’d deliver that afternoon. But it was tough to shake off those icy fingers in my...

Death Penalty for a Ghost in ChinaChapter 15

“How about an app for buying a ghost?” Man-bun Matty asked the table. His hands were raw, red with scabs and rashes, but he was in good spirits, hyper this morning, decked out in a golden traditional Chinese button up shirt and matching baggy gold pants and open toe sandals. He obviously had no fear of the cold. Man-bun was sipping on a thermos of civet coffee, this special coffee produced by civets, the animals responsible for the original SARS in 2003... I’d never seen it before,...

Death Penalty for a Ghost in ChinaChapter 19

When I got to the classroom, it was cold as a sepulcher, and I saw that the students looked like skeletons, assortments of bones. I closed my eyes, rubbed them, but still, everyone in the lecture hall, all 50 students, were skeletons, moving, talking skeletons, skeletons holding phones, skeletons writing in notebooks, holding books. I clung to the lectern, my palms clammy and hot, and I mechanically conducted my lecture on variations between Western cultures, trying my best to keep my focus...

Death by E MailChapter 2

-Gabriella- Some people can't even handle fifteen minutes of fame, and Gabriella, already in her world of violent erotic fantasies, certainly couldn't cope with the several weeks of publicity that followed her harrowing experience with Snuffher! Here was a beautiful young housewife, mother of two, who was abducted, raped, and sodomized by a crazed serial rapist-killer! The press ate it up! The public ate it up! Her name became a household word for a while, and soldiers in Iraq and...

The naughty wife in the park cheaters

“Pam”( All names have been edited to protect the not so innocent) was a traveling nurse which I met online, She was a sexy curvy lady with a unsatiable hunger for sex, we chatted for a while getting to know each other and find out likes and dislikes, I went out and bought a undercover phone so we could talk and exchange texts together . Yes dear reader I had two phones cause I was married and so was she at the time and she was nosey didn’t want to get caught! So pam and I decided that we should...

The naughty wife in the park cheaters

“Pam”( All names have been edited to protect the not so innocent) was a traveling nurse which I met online, She was a sexy curvy lady with a unsatiable hunger for sex, we chatted for a while getting to know each other and find out likes and dislikes, I went out and bought a undercover phone so we could talk and exchange texts together . Yes dear reader I had two phones cause I was married and so was she at the time and she was nosey didn’t want to get caught! So pam and I decided that we should...

The Cheaters

“God yes,” Lisette moaned as her husband flicked his tongue in and out of her hole. The five-foot-ten-inch brown-skinned beauty grabbed his head with both of her hands and pushed his face deeper into her ass crack. As he made love to her tranny pussy, her body, all one hundred and forty-five pounds of it, squirmed. She wiggled in every direction effectively working the fitted satin sheets off of their California king size bed. Her barely functional clit stiffened. “Fuck me,” she...

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It's a lovely walk through a cool summer night with smells like freshly mown grass and the memory of teenage lust. It's cool but I'm sweating.She's dressed in a flowing blue dress, her hair is down around her shoulders, long and brown and shiningly clean. Her breasts are large under the dress, she's taken off her bra. Her stomach round, her hips wide. She smiles at me.I smile back. My cock is hardening again, it's been hard and soft all the way over. She's a friend of mine and my wife's. She's...

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“God yes,” Lisette moaned as her husband flicked his tongue in and out of her hole. The five-foot-ten-inch brown-skinned beauty grabbed his head with both of her hands and pushed his face deeper into her ass crack. As he made love to her tranny pussy, her body, all one hundred and forty-five pounds of it, squirmed. She wiggled in every direction effectively working the fitted satin sheets off of their California king size bed. Her barely functional clit stiffened. “Fuck...

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I'm not dumb except when it comes to women. I know, I know. Really aren't most men dumb when it comes to women? I know some of us think they know about them, that they understand them, but do they really? I think not. Like most men I just try to muddle through and do things as nearly right as I can. Having said that, I believe that is the reason it took me so long to realize I am really dumb when it comes to women and specifically to my wife. I had seen the signs of her disrespect and...

Love in the Theaters

Withrow jumped up at the sounds of his radio, hearing the sounds of Aerosmith beating from the speakers, as his hands went up to his face, gently rubbing his eyes, he quickly felt his face noticing his he had his five o’clock shadow stubbles, his long legs went over the side of the bed as he stood up stretching, thankful for the boxers he wore last night, for the safety of his little sister not to come in and peek at his ‘ large manhood,’ he laughed at the words, as he walked to his closest...

Suits in Sweaters

‘I came here to get picked up.’ Even though she couldn’t meet his eyes, Stef knew, could feel it with her entire body, that this guy was glaring at her. Like he was mad. Like he didn’t realize how much such an admission could work in his favour. Stef was suddenly thankful for all the gin and tonics she had had that night. Otherwise, she doubted she’d still be in her seat at the bar, looking up at this guy like it was nothing, saying those words to him like it was something she did all the...

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