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Nine Memorable DaysChapter 44 Playing Musical Chairs

Vikki looked at the clock, it said ten to six. Roughly seven or eight minutes had gone by since she last looked, more than forty five had passed since she had woken up. She had had she guessed about two hours sleep. She got out of bed quietly so as not to disturb Madeleine, went to the bathroom for her morning piss, then washed her hands and cleaned her teeth before she went to Justin's built-in-robes and pulled out the same navy blue netball skirt that she had worn Tuesday morning. Then...

The Way BackChapter 22

Strange how some of the most obvious solutions elude one. Jenny's solution that Ann move into my house and I move back to the flat was indeed obvious. Of course the most natural place for Ann would be with the children. They were in my house, therefore so should she be. Since I could not live in the same house, the obvious place for me would be my flat. Ann and I would have to discuss visitation rights. The children could stay with me at weekends, though I couldn't have them all overnight...

One Month of Chuck Steve an Alternative ScenarioChapter 9

STAR – Monday DAY EIGHT part #2 We were served our breakfast on the terrace this morning. There was a clear sky and only a gentle breeze. What a wonderful life this is. We had our morning management meeting while we sipped our last cups of coffee. My first job today was to get twelve pilots off to St Louis to collect the G-550s and new Lears. When I asked how I should choose which men to send, Jenny told me to just select the first jet jockeys who walked in the door – so that's what we...

Beware the Roasburies Chapter 22

Monday 1st to Friday 5th February 1971 One consequence of the exposure of the lying photos and report was that Connie and Penny became much closer and spent more time with each other. I was happy that Connie was getting out and that now she had a sister to talk with as well as my friends. What I didn’t realise, of course, was what they were talking about and planning at that early time. I assumed it was girl stuff, and that I was well out of it. Another consequence was a more careful watch...

Municipal BlondesChapter 22 On the run again

SO MUCH FOR THE SOLIDARITY OF WOMEN. Girls looking out for each other. The bitch just stood there gloating at me after pushing me in the pool. What kind of a name is Savon anyway? Sounds like a grocery store coupon. She’s just a goon with tits. Escape Two men propelled me out on the pier and into a small motor boat, which they launched toward the Helen of Troy. My gut was telling me this captor was even worse than Bradley. Geoff Gilliam was not only a playboy, he was a sadist. God! How...

Municipal BlondesChapter 26 Crossing the Delaware

WASHINGTON CROSSED THE DELAWARE, we’re told, on Christmas Eve, 1776. Maybe the next day, I don’t remember. My Christmas Eve will be spent crossing the Adriatic Sea. Washington’s rowboats had a mile to traverse. I have about 100 miles. At least I have a motor. Help arrives It was supposed to be a simple ruse. Anyone watching the house would think Simon left the country. I’d be dressed like him and catch the ferry to Split and a plane to Rome as Simon. Somewhere en route, I’d change from...

Municipal BlondesChapter 28 The never ending story

MORE PEOPLE ARE DEPRESSED at Christmas than any other time of the year. I get it. I catch myself thinking, “When I see Dag...” or “I need to tell Dag...” But Dag isn’t there. I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have friends. Almost homeless “Merry Christmas,” Cinnamon said, lingering as she kissed me on the cheek when I entered the room. I noticed she spent considerably less effort on her peck on Angel’s cheek and somewhat more on Jordan. One of the other officers brought all our luggage...

Living Next Door to Heaven 3 What Were They Thinking Chapter 5 Meeting the Love of Our Lives

Betts became more aloof as she moved out of junior high and started high school. In some ways, it was a relief. I’m sure Brian still suffered from her tantrums, but they both kept it out of my sight. Out of sight, out of mind, I guess. Brian wasn’t growing much, but he was maturing. And it seemed that he had friends. The party invitation he’d had at the end of fifth grade seemed to be more than a passing thing. I didn’t hesitate to give him permission to go to the sixth grade year-end party....

The Death of Love in MorristownChapter 4 The Story

"I guess it all started at the beginning of Con's freshman year in high school," I began, not able to look at my brother's wife-to-be without showing the strong emotions this story dug up. It was my fault and nothing Con did back then or now would ever make me feel otherwise. Without me in the story it does not even get started, never mind end up with more than one person emotionally scarred for life, myself included. I could tell Shameera had realized she was venturing down memory lanes...

The Older WomanChapter 7

So, Helen speaks... How did I get here? From discarded wife of aspiring Vice President Commercial Finance, to pregnant wife of former bank clerk and current Thames barge Skipper. From upper-management social circles to heritage sailing, Mate of whichever barge my husband is in charge of. And, you know, there are similarities. Of course, I dress differently; blue denim or similar rather than cocktail dresses. Actual participation in the work, rather than direction. But over all, it’s about...

Teen Dreams Book 1Chapter 15

I walked straight through the kitchen and started up the stairs when I got back home. As I reached the top, I heard my father speak. “Not now Pat, leave him be, for a while.” “I think I’d better get back round home,” Mary said, then I closed my bedroom door on them. I threw myself down on the bed and wept. I don’t know how long for, but it was a long time, and I wept myself to sleep. When I woke up someone had covered me in a blanket. That was a bit silly because it was a lovely warm...

Teen Dreams Book 1Chapter 16

On Tuesday at school, I met up with Kathy at break time and asked if she’d like to go to the regular gang cinema outing with me on Friday. She said yes (of course) but reminded me that I’d have to ask her Dad but did say that she didn’t think it would be a problem. Which is why, at seven thirty that night I walked through the doors of the Roundhill Working Men’s club in Castleford, walked up to the bar, and stood next to the club chairman. “Evening young David,” he greeted me, “what are you...

MICHAEL R THOMASChapter 14

[Disclaimer: This story reads best in LANDSCAPE MODE on a smart phone or any other mobile device.] LES MISÉRABLES TRYOUTS SATURDAY - NINE AM LINCOLN HIGH SCHOOL AUDITORIUM As I had been expecting, there were very many from both schools. Our combined orchestras were in the pit. Our timpani hadn’t arrived, but we will have room for when they do. Stu got me a headset microphone, so I didn’t have to yell so much. From up on the stage, I announced, “Welcome to Auditions for LES...

MICHAEL R THOMASChapter 18

[Disclaimer: This story reads best in LANDSCAPE MODE on a smart phone or any other mobile device.] Still sizzling hamburgers, along with the fixings, appeared on the table in front of us. Instead of usually letting the ladies go first; I put two patties on my plate and put some cheese and some bacon on it, topping it with the top bun. I asked someone to throw me a bag of chips. I got three and three sets of smiles. We all consumed the food quite rapidly. Only a few bags of chips were...

WenatcheeChapter 7 Closing the Door

Gisele and I were sitting in the kitchen, drinking a coffee while she heated some muffins. It was still early on a quiet Sunday morning, not that every morning in February wouldn't be quiet in the hills overlooking Wenatchee. We had made love for the first time, been discovered by Jana, and slept naked, something I never did. I had a feeling there would be more firsts in our relationship. I had pulled on my briefs and Gisele had given me a guest bathrobe from the bathroom closet. She was...

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