I was over at my ex-girlfriend’s house getting a few of my things. My Ex Nicki was one of those little red head spit fires that drive you wild one moment and nuts the next.
I was glad for the freedom of a break-up on good terms and the promise we would still be friends. I’d even set her up with a new boyfriend so that she would be as fine with it as I was (What other guy would do that?).
The problem had always been she’d been a manipulative bitch using guilt, sex, or anything
She was a runner. That would prolong the pursuit. He had already chased her about one hundred yards into the woods. Why she headed in that direction he’ll never know. But in another fifty yards or so, she’d be facing a steep embankment that would allow him to get her.
He ran behind her with that familiar satisfaction of another successful capture.
He took the opportunity to watch her ass sway inside her running shorts as she sprinted ahead. He wondered if she wore panties. It was
Sydney Mason was one top-notch businesswoman. She was a Public Relations executive for Minova Corp and did her job very well. Indeed, Sydney had always excelled wherever she went.
The attractive 31-year old had a reputation for success. Sydney had a shapely figure and a 34-C bust that she prominently displayed with tight clothing. She was tall, standing almost 5-8, and usually wore heals to add an inch or two. Her hair was died platinum blond.
Sydney’s natural color was a dirty blond, but
‘Millionairess, Mrs Joan Bartlett, 34, will be in town next Friday to open the new Children’s Hospice at Hamlet Grove. Staff will be…’ the newspaper article continued to describe how Mrs Joan Bartlett had been a key fundraiser for the new Hospice and all of the effort she has put into helping to raise the £2.1m needed to complete the project.
“Hmm,” Tony read on, “this could be the opportunity we’ve been waiting for.” He lifted the receiver and called Jack.
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Joan, escorted by her younger
It was just a bit of fun. When younger the girls had set up a virginity tontine. Last virgin standing would win the biggest box of chocolate they could find.
It would have stayed that way, just a bit of fun, but for Judy. The girls were all around nineteen or twenty now, and there were two remaining contenders for the prize.
Mary — A nice girl, friendly and intelligent and reasonably pretty. She was still a virgin by chance rather than choice, as the tontine didn’t worry her. She
Life has been good. We have raised our three children, all now gone. Each graduated from college, each with a start on their career jobs. I had helped each get a start on a home of their own, either a single family home or townhome to fit their tastes.
That left me and the wife alone most of the time. Married 31-years, we are still happy. Older, our bodies showed it.
Graying hair, paunchy middles, we were the prototypical middle aged couple. Our lives had slowed. A big house, empty, I looked
He disabled the burglar alarm then pushed the metal pick into the door lock at the back of the house; let the tool play across the lock’s pin. Too much or too little pressure, too little or too much finesse guaranteed failure. The skill in using a pick is to bounce it in the keyway according to the resistance offered by each pin. Gently coercing the pins into obeying his will, he was sensitive to the sound, the feel of the pick touching each pin.
Feeling the middle pins settling first, he
PART 1
I race to a halt and stand panting outside the office. My feet are killing me. These new high heels are not made for sprinting. Gulping a few nervous breaths, I smooth down my pink top and white mini. The door is ajar but I knock anyway then take a few steps back. I look down at my fluffy pink purse swinging back and forth across my thighs as if it’s as anxious as I am to get this thing over with. The door jerks open and I watch two slightly scuffed, black shoes step towards me. I
I was at fundraiser at my new husband’s workplace. Everyone who was anyone in our small town was there, vying to impress each other with much preening of plumage as the evening wore on. As usual, my husband John had gathered what few young people were in attendance like a pied piper and escaped outside into the warm summer night on the porch, leaving the stilted world of moneyed philanthropists inside. I had noted his exit and attempted to follow, but was intercepted in the hall by a
Ricks vision began to lighten; the world around him a kaleidoscope of pale swirls. His hearing was coming alive the hum of electric light tubes and a strange ventilation sucking noise filling the air. He sensed the passage of time-was it still evening? He didn’t think so.
His mind tried to retrace his steps.
He remembered sat in his father’s car; Beth was next to him. Beth was his all star girlfriend; going steady for ages now he still couldn’t believe his luck. With her curly
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