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The Sketchbook

The idea behind this story actually came from an episode of a show I watched almost 10 years ago. I remembered it last night, and wrote it this morning. Comments, questions, or criticism can be directed to [email protected] or [email protected] The Sketchbook By Allison Voorhees I was drawing a portrait of Christy, my girlfriend, in art class. She was standing over my shoulder as I shaded the strands of honey-colored hair that ran down her shoulders. "Are...

All I Need Pt 04

Part Four.I hate waiting in airports. And I really hated them this particular morning. It was just after five in the morning and I was stuck sitting in an uncomfortable chair, sipping mediocre coffee and trying to wake up. I'd managed to sleep about an hour and a half the night before and was feeling it. Amy was sitting in the seat across from me, dozing off with her head leaning on our mother's shoulder. Our father was reading the paper, about as cheerfully as he ever appeared, while waiting...

Art ProjectChapter 6 Police Artist

“Look at them,” Kendra whispered. I was aware of her sitting with Morgan. We’d had an exhausting day. I couldn’t believe Kendra was still awake after posing so long. But after dinner, she’d grabbed her lump of clay and followed us upstairs. Annette grabbed a book and curled up on the sofa. I wasn’t sure what to do, but I was too tired to paint. I sat next to Annette and leaned on her. She petted my hair while she read and I just listened to Kendra and Morgan. “What do you see?” Kendra...

Last Stop Bubbles A Lost Blondie Verse Tale Part Two

I. Vicious State of Mind“Caution, approaching platform.”The announcement drowns out the clipped whispers, but the furtive eyeballing remains. Some knew me immediately. The celebrity-like recognition flashed like fat paparazzi Nikons as they traced the familiar tattoo slopping down my cheek, burning into the path of another that peaks just above the collar of a grimy Seattle Sounders T.Most don’t. You got the ones boycotting the news. Media war on truth, yea? Can’t trust shit. The conspiracy...

All I Need Pt 02

Part Two.Other than hearing from my mother that Amy had arrived safely in Rome, I heard nothing from or about her for the next several days. I hoped she was enjoying herself. As a slap in the face to my joke the night before she left, the house seemed empty and quiet without her. I missed her already. The first couple of days I suspected that she was having the time of her life and was too busy being enthralled with Rome to contact me. Her facebook page seemed to be updating constantly with...

SamChapter 18C

"I hope we're not getting here too late," I said as the chime above his shop door announced our arrival. Morton popped into view immediately, wearing his professional expression. You've probably heard the expression, 'face lit up with a smile'. Let me tell you, Mr. Morton's face suddenly looked like sun rose inside his head. I could see every tooth in the man's mouth. I started to introduce my partner, but he recognized her immediately and even knew her nom de guerre. "You've been...

She May Be a 4 but She Fucks Like a 10

1.I've always had a weakness for a certain kind of girl. I know; as a guy, if the situation is right, I could conceivably find myself attracted to any type of girl. At least, within reason. But in 'guy culture', women are grouped into certain categories. This is no mystery, but the groupings play out more or less in the following way:Perfect 10s: Universally recognized as 'ideal females'. International sex symbols, models, and some actresses can fall into this category.8-9s: Almost as...

BecChapter 11 Wednesday Afternoon

Mum arrived at school with her own version of stone face on. Her stone face is a kind of half-smile that fools a lot of people into thinking she’s being nice. They relax and think they’re safe and then she lashes out with vicious swipes and they find themselves spurting metaphorical blood from dozens of wounds – metaphorical wounds that is. Tara and I weren’t fooled. We’d seen that smile enough to recognize it. Mum was angry and the smile was pasted over her face like a mask to hide her anger...

Nikki part 13

"Ugh," I moan as my alarm clock wakes me at 7am for what feels like the millionth consecutive day. "Morning babe," Sarah tiredly moans, wrapping her arms around my naked body and giving me a slow, soft kiss on my neck. "Hey," I reply, blinking the tiredness out of my eyes. "Looking forward to today?" "Been looking forward to it since I left in June," Sarah giggles. "Just wish you were coming with me..." "I know," I sigh. "Kinda wish I was coming too..." "No you don't," Sarah...

It s History Ch1 3

Author's Forward: This one is a lot lighter on TG than I had originally planned, but it kicks in right at the end of chapter three. If TG not being the main focus is a dealbreaker, you may want to wait for the public release of the second half. I'll make it up in the next story, I promise. The second half of this story is currently available at patreon.com/razmagurk ! If you want to vote for what I write next, the current poll is razmagurk.wispform.com/0995c2ce ! An actual...

Art ProjectChapter 4 Houseguest

We had Monday and Tuesday classes Thanksgiving week. That meant Fay had only one day of class since she had no classes on Mondays. Annette kissed me at the door of Lib Arts and I went in to sit beside Kendra. We didn’t even hesitate anymore. If I got to class first, Kendra just walked over and sat beside me. If she was there, I sat beside her. And it wasn’t always in the same place. Other students in our class usually arrived after us and decided which seats to take if we were in ‘their’...

Pygmalion RevisitedA Thousand Words

The pencil lead broke. He was pressing too hard again. The more he tried, the harder it became until his frustration caused him to tense up and ruin another drawing. Why couldn’t he have real talent? Why couldn’t he make his hand draw what his mind could see so clearly? He felt like one of the people he’d seen auditioning for a talent show. They believed in themselves, but they didn’t have any talent. When they got up to sing, everyone cringed because it was off key. They put their hearts...

Art Teacher

As I step into the art room at my school my nose is assaulted by the foul smell of sulfur, “Oh, what the hell is that?” One of the more annoying kids in my class says pinching his nose. The art teacher, Mr. Hart walks up to the front of the classroom, “Sorry about the smell the janitors can’t figure out what it is, anybody who wants to can go somewhere else as long as you don’t disrupt any classes.” Most of the class, the ones who only took it because they thought it would be an easy A,...

Catholic School Girls

The rain was coming down steady from a sky the lightest shade of gray. It didn’t seem miserable, but fresh. The first true spring rain to come to the area. The air was warmer than it had been over the long cold winter, and it was the first day that gave you hope that spring was really here. As the breeze flowed in, I looked out the window and felt my gaze settle on her. She was quickly unloading boxes from the trunk of a green car, dressed in men’s gym shorts and a very boxy t-shirt. I...

Clay Cats

It had been an hour, and I still had no idea if we were on a date or not. For most of the afternoon, Faith wore that usual look of hers, like she was deep in some conversation with herself that she didn’t especially want interrupted. But when she did look my way, it was with that beautiful, cupid’s face with those pale blue eyes that could change shape so completely with the expression on her face. Even in the weird light in the art gallery, the peachy color of her lips stood out against her...

Last Stop Bubbles A Lost Blondie Verse Tale Part Six

I. Crumbling“Caution, approaching platform.”A gum bubble pops and my body seizes up, bandaged hand smearing charcoal detailing across the page.“Gross. He had his dick inside her butt?”“And a dick up his ass. Some tattooed pretty boy he’d introduced as his wedding suit tailor. Fucking humiliating, Jess. My own fiancée. Having… ugh. I can’t even say it.”“Just be glad you didn’t marry into that sleazy lifestyle. I mean really. I’m exit only. So, what did you do?”“Played Frisbee with his...

One Night in the Library

I locked the library door and turned off all but the security lights. The rest of the library’s staff had gone home and the library itself would be closed until Monday. That left me alone with the building all to myself. No one would even know I was there.Returning to my office, I retrieved the key to the rare books room in the library basement. One of the privileges of being the Public Services Librarian was control of that key. Really, there wasn’t much of extreme value in there but someone...

Off to College

At first this was going to be a Kristie story but then it sorta morphed into a collection of shorts. Hope you all enjoy. Off To College By Wolverine CHAPTER ONE: A LITTLE EPIDEMIC "The properties of simple chemistry do not apply to this organism, if it is an organism," the professor stated to his near sleeping class. "We here at the university have no idea what this thing is or what it is composed of. So far, we have been afraid to even touch it, let alone experiment with its...

Altered Fates Freefalling Home

Freefalling Home By Elliot Reid I smoothed my skirt and looked nervously at Natalie. "Do I look, uh, okay?" "You look fine, Jo. Stop worrying, they won't bite your head off." Natalie looked relaxed, in a navy skirt and simple jacket over a soft black sweater, her glasses hanging from a chain; very conservative. She was an attractive forty-something with sharp cheekbones, a strong nose and smiling eyes, framed by a cascade of wavy, dark hair. I'd already come to trust her...

An ode to Marianne and to Oxford

An ode to Marianne and to Oxford by Apple ----------------------------- So... I'd left it all behind. No more comfortable drunken nights with the internet, reading stories of improbable transformations, chatting with the others who'd liked them... Here I am, walking down the high street of a new city, carrying everything I owned on my shoulders... My bass guitar, sketchbooks, and far too many clothes... So, I guess, about now, you're asking 'why'? Well, it wasn't...

Amy 22 Let s Amy

Amy 22: Let's Amy Copyright 2014 by Amy Komori The original characters and plot of this story are the property of the author. No infringement of pre-existing copyright is intended. This story is copyright (c) 2014 Amy Komori. All rights reserved. Chapter One: I Step Into a Timeless Zone We drove over to Martin's old house in Emily's semi-new black Toyota. Weird nostalgic feelings crowded in on me. Like for one thing, I kept thinking about Emily's Bronco II, which had been...

The six erotic oil paintings

The six erotic oil paintings I knew my spinster great aunt Philomena as a formidable, grey haired old lady. She lived in a somewhat neglected mock-Gothic high-ceilinged Victorian house in Ealing, near the Common. The elaborate geometric tile floor in the porch continued down the passageway, and in defiance of the Clean Air Acts, she always had a coal fire or two burning in the Victorian fireplaces, even sometimes in a bedroom, right through the winter. Her furniture was elaborate and...

The Theory of Toon Physics

The Theory of Toon Physics By: Lyrissa "And that, ladies and gentlemen, concludes today's lecture. I know that maybe about half of you were even listening and of those maybe fifty percent understood what I said, but the exam is next week nevertheless," Professor Brown said to the class at large. There was a subdued groaning and mumbling among the students as they started gathering up their phones, pads, sketchbooks and whatever else they had scattered around their seat during the...

Switches More

*** We slept until two in the morning, when one of us started getting restless and uncomfortable, and we both woke up around the same time. The light was still on; but it was obvious it was late. I had never been up so late except at sleepover parties. I realized I was spending the night in Matt’s bed. My heart started to beat furiously as I glanced over at him with one eye, half of my face buried in his pillow. He gave me an irresistibly sexy smile, the moles on his cheek shifting...

Art Studio

The Artist Studio It was a cool damp morning, the mist clinging to the streets like a heavy blanket of soggy fleece. I was hurrying down the street, as it would not make a good impression to be late the first day. I had signed up at a local art studio for free art lessons, and this being the first day, of course I had slept in. Bus was late, and the crowded streets, full of slow shuffling pedestrians was not helping at all in my effort to be on time. Finally getting to the small...

The ProdigalTwenty eight

AWARDS WERE DELAYED because of the length of our match. There were still two pro matches to be played, but the crowd was already thinning. At seven we were called to the podium. We joined a bunch of other players, coaches, and fans to have a victory dinner and dragged ourselves to the hotel. I’d been drinking water from the moment I got off the court and now I had to pee about every five minutes. At least that meant I wasn’t still dehydrated. I was exhausted, though. I hardly kept my eyes...

Double TimeChapter 92

“Painting is the silence of thought and the music of sight.” —Orhan Pamuk, My Name Is Red I TALKED TO JOAN about the blank wall in my bedroom and the concept I had for it. I’d been afraid to touch it for fear I’d ruin it. I tried drawing it out on paper and could not find whatever talent it was V2 had that created the graffiti painting I’d blanked out with Kilz. When she heard what I had in mind, she kissed me. “I could help,” she said. “If you’d like. I have about twenty variations of...

Things I Never Told My WifeChapter 13

THURSDAY MORNING, I got to PCAD ready for my first class. It was a good thing I was early. Jon stopped me the hallway as I was just locating my office. “Terry, what Shakespeare do you want to do? We’re late getting the season brochure printed and we need to distribute it at the show coming up in two weeks.” “A Shakespeare? When am I directing a Shakespeare?” “Early spring. We have a small cast production before winter break, then your show goes into rehearsal as soon as we get back. As...

Drawing on the Dark Side of the BrainChapter 20 Prepping the Canvas

It turned out that even naked, Eva wasn’t the star of the show. I was thankful though that she got naked before Mary took her sweater off. It was one of those oversized baggy things that was sort of a dress, hanging down below her butt. Like the two times I saw her in class, she was wearing tights or yoga pants under it. That’s what I thought she wore under it. When the sweater came off, we all stopped to stare. Eva’s nudity was all but forgotten. “God! You’re beautiful!” Kelly...

Caller Unknown Chapter 2

Three days later, Willow sat at her office desk, head tilted and propped up against her palm. She scrolled randomly through the strange phone’s screen. There wasn’t much there, just the bare bones of icons. No message app, no contacts folder, not even a way to dial out. The files were empty. She had considered taking it to the I.T. department to see if they could dig through it --find something, anything-- but thought better of it.She even tried calling from the phone itself to her office phone...

SRU Just Drawn that Way

I guess you're not truly a FM contributor until you write a SRU story, so here's my take on it. As always, feel free to leave constructive criticism! Thanks for reading! Spells 'R' Us: Just Drawn that Way By Dr. Beaubourg There are very few things I regret in my life. I've determined that what happens, happens, and all I can do is to continue on, living my life as I see fit. That was back when I was in control, and I had a good idea what direction my life was headed. But one day,...

The Views of May

I was a creature of habit. If I planned to do something, that was the only way I’d get it done. So, on Tuesdays around four, the only time I could get away from college classes for a long enough time, I’d go to my local hiking trail. Most days I’d follow the regular path, but some days I’d have fun and just get lost. I used to hate nature. I don’t even know what turned me around. For the first 26 years of my life I’d just be inside as often as I could, even though it was clear the smells now...

Caller Unknown Chapter 4

An overcast sky hung above Willow as she emerged from her office building's maintenance stairwell and stepped onto the roof. She didn't notice the grey, gloomy clouds, though. Even before she had reached the top, her full attention was on the cell phone having already turned it back on. It had just finished booting up, finding its signal by the time she shut the door behind her.The main screen appeared: “Six missed calls. Caller Unknown.”There was no way to call him back. She glared at the...

Maybe She ll Say Yes

"She said no." Alex didn't know who or what Steve was talking about; figuring maybe Steve has asked his girlfriend for head again. Alex flipped to the next page of his 120-page textbook "Art and Artists," as he took a sip from the Pepsi can resting on the pavement underneath his chaise lounge. "Michelle, I mean," Steve said. "She doesn't want to pose for you." Alex almost gagged on the cola that trickled down his throat. He placed, no, practically threw his text book aside to avoid...

My sister asked me to draw her

My sister loves the movie Titanic, I guess she was watching it recently because she texted me last weekend and asked me for a favor but only on the condition that I agree beforehand. I was a...bit..skeptical at first but when she told me I realized it wasn't because the favor was something I wouldn't want to do...but because she was testing my dedication, obedience, love..and affection, testing if I would do anything for her no matter what. Her request was to, like in the movie, draw her naked....

My real sister asked me to draw her naked

My sister loves the movie Titanic, I guess she was watching it recently because she texted me last weekend and asked me for a favor but only on the condition that I agree beforehand. I was a...bit..skeptical at first but when she told me I realized it wasn't because the favor was something I wouldn't want to do...but because she was testing my dedication, obedience, love..and affection, testing if I would do anything for her no matter what. Her request was to, like in the movie, draw her naked....

CFNM And FEMDOM In Bhubaneswar 8211 Part II 8211 Azeeb Azeeb Shauq

Hi, mera naam Sarmesh hai aur mein Rourkela ka rehne wala hun.Yeh mere pehle story CFNM aur FEMDOM senior ladki se thappad khai ka sequel hai. Mere ek door ke ristedaar ki beti Aarti ne meri achi khasi maramat ki thi.yeh jannne ke liye padhe is story ka 1st part. Ab usse FEMDOM ke bare mein pura knowledge ho gaya tha aur pichli baar hi usne mujhe apna ghulam bana liya tha.ab jab bhi mujhe dekhti bahut naughty dhang se muskura deti.mujhe mann kar raha tha ki kaise pichli baar ki tarah kuch maza...

Manga Modeling

some background: Tamura is a yuri manga artist that has a propensity of seeing her two friends making lesbian sex in her head Patty is an American who transferred to Japan to be closer to her otaku mecca, she works with Konata in a cosplay cafe and likes to dress her friends in various outfits. Yutaka is a sickly, frail and tiny girl. As she spends so much time being sick she is feels like a burden to all around her. She lives with her cousin Konata as shes closer to school and is...

What My Flowers Said Ch 6 7

Chapter 6I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t believe it.“Tabarnak,” Marie read my mind, “You don’t think he followed you, Penny?”I shook my head, though admittedly it was one of the first dreadful thoughts to flash through my mind. Once reason caught up, however, it occurred to me that I might’ve just stumbled unwitting into the lion’s den; that this was place where he went to mass.Is that why he wants the painting? I wondered. Didn’t seem the God-fearing type last night, did he? My thumbs tapped...

Watching April April In The Park

Well, in case you don’t know my wife is 52, a little on the plump side with a big round ass and a pair of fat DD tits, the red nipples of which ride nice and high and they’re like a couple of Ticonderoga My First Pencil erasers. She has cool gray eyes and corn-silk blonde hair that’s soft and luscious and still is showing no signs of going gray. Her legs are nice, chunky at the thighs, with strong calves that are good for… Well, you know. Anyway… Her skin is the softest, and...

Watching April April In The Park

My name is Barry Snow, and as you probably already know my wife April is a total nymphomaniac. She just can’t get enough different cocks, and she is always on the look out for a new one. I have no problem with her little hobby, and in fact I have been her number one source of encouragement for 33 years.Well, in case you don’t know my wife is 52, a little on the plump side with a big round ass and a pair of fat DD tits, the red nipples of which ride nice and high and they’re like a couple of...

Oh Boy

Alexander Pelnaki’s mother looked in on the young teen. She smiled softly and carefully shut the door so as not to disturb him. He was lost in his drawing again, but she was fine letting him do as he pleased. After all, most of the other mothers would have given anything to have a son whose room was kept immaculately clean and never got into trouble. He was a sensitive soul and his room showed his taste. His furniture had been spartan and clean, but he’d decorated everything with personal...

Degrees of FreedomChapter 20

Zoe "She won't ever know." Bella's voice was barely a whisper as she looked at me, her eyes pleading. My eyes were fixed on hers over the rim of the cup and I couldn't suppress a smile as I replied. "True. But I do." "Aww, please. You know Dee will leave me here until she closes the shop." "Uh huh." I emptied the cup, rinsed it in the sink and picked up Dee's sketchbook, Bella's eyes following me all the time. "But we both know you'll enjoy every minute. And then you'll...

It s My PartyChapter 15

Time: Monday, December 24, 2018 11:00 AM Fatima and Mark walked into the downstairs library just as Emily was stretching from her first two-hour training session. “How’s it going, Emily? Like your new job?”Fatimacalled out. “Oh hi. Yeah, it’s okay I guess.” Emily sighed as she noticed onlyFatimaat first. “The job doesn’t pay much, but I guess I’m in it for the fringe benefits. Oh hi, Mark! Having a good day?” She gave Mark a cheerful smile, and he was glad to see her eyes weren’t...

Art ProjectChapter 5 New Model

“Wow! What a sweet setup,” Kendra said. We’d finally taken her upstairs to our suite. That’s what we’d taken to calling it. We had a bathroom, bedroom, and studio. All three of us had workspaces in the studio, but it was small enough that we overlapped and shared a lot. “This is where Morgan works on spreadsheets,” Annette laughed pointing at my sister’s desk and laptop. “Hey! Spreadsheets aren’t all I do,” my sister objected. “I’m into event planning, marketing, and communications,...

My life as a boy girl 0

I get into the police cruiser quietly as the group of people stand outside mumbling to one another. I wish my life would end soon but I guess the best thing to do is to wait it out like I always do every day even before the murder. They take me to the police office and I answer a series of questions not knowing what some of them mean since I’m too out of it. After a series of questions I finally end up in one of my best friend’s home. I guess this is where my life starts and finally lifts...

How to Be a Genie 12 Easy Steps Ch 02

Chapter Two: Step One: Never Trust Another Genie! To say that the old apartment building was dilapidated would have been diplomatic. It had to be a serious fire hazard, with the roof sagging like that, and most of the paint coming off in dangling strips. But it was the correct address, he was positive of that. There was only one Georgia Street in town and this was it. Well, I wanted to know where she lived, Avery thought, as he made his way up the creaking steps and onto the apartment’s front...

Fantasy Beach

Joey parked his truck, looking around quickly at the cars there. He didn’t see the little blue compact among them. He felt a surge of disappointment. Today would have been the day of confrontation. He decided not to give up. She might still show up. He got his kite from behind the seat, along with his bag of gear. Hanging the strap of the bag over his shoulder, he grabbed his chair and cooler of soda. He went to his normal spot and set up his chair. Then he began to put his stunt kite...

Master and My Lady

“Rasp, if you click your pen one more time, I am going to end you.” I glanced over at Ann, she was curled around her sketchbook, shooting me a glare. I rolled my eyes and clicked my pen again, sticking my tongue out at her. She let out a little huff, mumbling something and going back to her sketchbook. I didn’t press her to figure out what she said, going back to my notebook. We’d been living together for months, sure we learned to be civil, but that didn’t mean we got along. She was...

While our husbands are away

She worked at a munitions factory. The men were at war, and she and most of the town's women worked at the factory to support their families and the war effort. Times were tough, but the girls loved their guys, so they worked hard to make sure every rocket, bullet, grenade and pistol was perfect. Months went by and this woman was promoted several times because her rockets were the best. But every night she went home lonely and increasingly horny, her husband was not there to give her release. ...

Lilim Tales Part 3 of 4

Lilim Tales, by Armond Part 3. *** 8. The research was fascinating! Enlightening! And ...useless. Cassandra ran 'Jaiden and Luana Lundquist', 'Jayden and Luna Longaine' and any possible variation she could contrive through every search engine known to man. The hits she gathered were a history walk through the 20th Century - a 'Jaide Lundquist' was a diplomat with the South African delegation that signed the original League of Nations charter in 1919. Curiously, 'Luana...

For Whom Death Comes

For Whom Death Comes By: Light Clark Synopsis: Owen has a plan for his summer which he hopes will make him the most popular freshman to ever attend his high school. Things start to go astray, though, when he sees a mysterious girl in white who seems dead set on throwing all of his plans into disarray. Warning: This story is 'technically' set in the Whateley universe. It uses no characters or places from that universe, just borrows a few terms and general thematics. It is certainly...

The Lokian Way 5 7

* * * * * * * * * * Saturday * * * * * * * * * * The woman pulled a few last times at her dark orange trademark overall. She appeared nervous though those who knew her from TV thought of her as confident and outgoing. Eventually, she pushed the doorbell and then did some adjusting to her short brown-haired bob. A girl in her late teens answered the door. She looked confused for a moment before she asked, "May O'Connel? From channel six news?" "That's right," the woman confirmed. "I...

Sancia and Claire

I can always be reached with comments, praise, or general conversation at [email protected] 1 Sancia felt a dull panic build in her stomach as she stared down at the paper in front of her, the figures on it starting to swim slightly. She should know this, she should know how to do all of this, but her mind felt utterly blank. Hesitantly the fifteen year old girl dragged her pencil to the first question, and tried desperately to remember where to begin on this sort of problem. With...

All I Need Pt 01

Part One.I dragged the thin brush handle jaggedly across the canvas, leaving behind a rough gash of red on the black background. I then went to work on elaborately highlighting the areas of red that I wanted to appear more strongly and blending the ones I wanted to fade. The song pounding in my headphones helping elicit the image I was working on from my mind's eye. Some of the lyrics stuck in my head on a loop, even though the song kept going."You cry out in your sleepAll my failings...

Eyah s Journal part 1

8:00pm New Year's day. Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Eyah (ey-uh). Turning 19 this year. Youngest. Pixie Haircut, 5'5". Very petite. I have an A cup size boobs (yeah you won't notice them when I'm wearing a T-shirt) so I ditched wearing a bra since 2018. My family doesn't mind me not wearing a bra. Although I sometimes catch my Dad and brothers trying to sneak a peek at my little mounds especially when I'm wearing tank tops, and I wear loose tank tops all the...

The Art Science of LoveChapter 3

When I awoke in the morning, Rita was gone. Well, strictly speaking, it was barely morning. I lay in bed several minutes reliving every sensuous moment of the previous night trying to convince myself that it had not been an elaborate fantasy that I put over on myself. When I realized what time it was, though, I jolted out of bed and dashed to the bathroom for a shower and shave. Saturday is a busy day in the real estate industry and I had an open house scheduled at one of my listings in less...

TriptychChapter 7

“TWO HUNDRED FIFTY THOUSAND?” I croaked. “I’ve never even seen that much money, let alone know where I can get it. How are we going to finance it?” We were in our second favorite meeting place—the spa. The dining room where we held the board meeting? That’s like third or fourth on our list of meeting places, but we had Jack there. Now it was just the three of us, soaking in the tub. Melody still had her hair up and was wearing her glasses, which were fogged over. She’d proven to us that she...

A New PastChapter 30 New Ventures

“What do you mean ‘the French got the process?’” Colonel Conright asked. We had finished the bachelor party in Vegas, and then had come back to the offices in Stanford. Mike Keller had called us Sunday evening to let us know that three rented SUVs had arrived cross-country at the lab compound and spent several hours cutting through the wall of the shed. They had then managed to blast the safes free from their mountings and manhandle them out of the building and into the vehicles. They left...

A New PastChapter 53 July Fireworks

“Do you have time to talk to Mitt Romney?” Tamara asked as we headed from a conference room to my office in our Dublin building. Mitt, the former CEO of Bain Capital, had taken over the leadership of the Salt Lake Organizing Committee for the 2002 Winter Olympics following a bribery scandal the prior year. PT Innovations, as one of the larger employers in Park City, had stepped up as a sponsor immediately after his announcement. I recalled just enough history to know they would be successful...

BecChapter 30 Saturday Lunch

Drawing... Drawing... I sat back and looked at my picture. I’d drawn Faith and Danielle sitting together on the bleachers before the football game. I’d tried to capture the moment after they’d kissed each other. It had been a fairly quick kiss, but after that they’d cuddled against each with contented little smiles on their faces. They weren’t looking at each other, they’d been looking at Pearl and me, but their entire bodies seemed to be reaching out and holding the other person. It was...

Bec2 ThanksgivingChapter 10 Thanksgiving Morning

The problem with standing right behind your bedroom door is that if someone decides to come bursting into your room WITHOUT KNOCKING, then the door tends to thump into you and send you flying across the room. “OW! THAT HURT!” I yelled. “WE HAVEN’T FINISHED TALKING,” screamed Mum. The problem with being thumped by a door so hard that your brains rattle in your head and then being screamed at by an insane mother is that it gets hard to think calmly and sensibly. It makes you do dumb things...

Jane Stalwart and the Cock of OsirisChapter 5 Aket Makes Himself Known

Jane sat back on the bench, her hand gliding over the paper. She brought the charcoal over to the right of the paper, pressing hard on the page as she colored in the swastika. She glanced up at the German zeppelin and down at her page. Satisfied, she finished coloring in the swastika on the tail fin and wrote in the zeppelin's name on the front of the dirigible. The Graf Siegfried. Jane took her attention off the Germans and flipped her sketchbook back one page. Patty's nude body stretched...

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