Chapter 4 The Present... A Trash Dumpster "Rambo, I'm in," I broadcast to my partner while reveling in the cooler air flowing from the room I'd just spent two very hot days and nights tunneling into. The WHOOP! and YEE-HAW! I got in response was deafening...
I stared at the over-sized computer monitor as if transfixed. On the screen in front of me, a strikingly pretty blonde dressed only in sheer black hold-up stockings and high heels was bent over a large, expensive hardwood desk in a large, expensive wood p...
Beryl Davin was a fifty-nine-year-old woman that had worked in the shop owned by Philip and Theresa Compton for the best part of thirty years. She and her husband John had become close friends of the Compton's over the years.The Compton's were both aged i...
I was running a property management course for prospective landlords at a hotel recently. Sitting in the front row were three very pretty girls, about twenty-five to thirty years-old. They were dressed smartly and looked as if they were related, all with...
Writing for you is a joy, a pleasure and a passion. Loving you, with poems, hot stories and words. And To see a worm. A filthy slimy worm take the poems and the stories, Calling it theirs under another site. Makes me boil in hate and anger, Worm! sli...
