Many, many thanks to fluttertongue and phelia for their help in editing this story. You guys rock. * Living with Paige was pure hell for Ally. Every moment she was around was like slow, agonizing torture which Ally often likened to having dull screws driven deep into her skull while having her heart ripped violently and awkwardly from her chest by hateful vultures. Well, maybe not that bad, but it definitely sucked in the worst possible way. It was not that Paige was a bad roommate or anything. She was probably the best roommate Ally had ever had. She was neat, clean and quiet. She knew instinctively, almost the second…

The woman placed her coffee down on the table I sat at and sat down looking at me. I hadn’t seen her arrive, I was in a bit of a dream. She looked familiar but I wasn’t sure. Without looking directly at her I noted unconsciously that she was wearing trousers and heels and a jacket. She placed her coffee cup, looked up and made it obvious that she was looking directly at me. “It’s Emma isn’t it?” A well to do accent. I only just managed to keep my mouth from dropping open. My eyes flickered over her and away again. Good looking, well off clothes and jewellery, taste.…

Prelude — The “PG-rated” version of this story was posted recently under the title, “A Friend In Need” if you’re interested in comparing it to this one. Spoiler Alert: If you’re a fan of hard-core graphic porn, this R-rated story probably isn’t for you. Comments are appreciated. With sincerest apologies to Ernest Hemingway fans – it was supposed to be the best day of her life, but it quickly became one of her worst. Jessica was suddenly alone, single and pathetic, just two hours removed from what she THOUGHT was going to be a marriage proposal over dinner. How could she have been so clueless? More than two years invested…

:: Robby and Michael :: If someone were to have told Michael Winston that he would be this happy, he would have told him that he was crazy. He looked across the store and smiled. The tiny space was packed with people and he had been so busy that he realized that he was going to have to find a larger place. The publicity that he had received after the grand re-opening and the murder had made him a reluctant hero and the interior decoration job that he’d done for the Mayor’s wife had brought him more business than he could have imagined. And Robby. He sighed deeply. In the…

BOOK IV. David’s Last Undergraduate Year [Books I to III should be read first] Chapter 48 Jon When I investigated my pet topic of drystone walling, I found that organisations already existed to promote repair and training in drystone walling, so that a trust along the lines of the Afforestation Trust was not necessary. What was necessary however, was a trained mobile team to investigate the need for the repair of walls nationwide, to identify the owners, and to provide repair teams who would provide rapid repair, particularly in emergencies, on a shared cost basis, the charity providing some of the repair funding. Tim and I reckoned that our Derbyshire…

A few months ago, for my birthday, my roommate got me a gift card for a free, hour-long full body massage from a local spa. She handed it to me in a pink envelope, which read ‘Happy Birthday Courtney’. I thanked her for the gift but never actually thought I’d use it. But eventually the stresses of college grades and work finally caught up to me and I decided it would do me some good. When I called, some guy with an accent scheduled my appointment for 10:30am the next morning and asked me for the address. At first I was confused but was informed that rather than me going…

This is the continuation of AUNT MARY’S FOOT JOB If you haven’t read the first part of this story, I strongly suggest you do so in order to understand why and how things happened as they did. Thanks to oldnakeddad for editing this story. ************ As I laid in bed, I still couldn’t believe it. The events were still spinning in my head, making it very hard to fall asleep, as I kept remembering everything that’d happened between Mary and me. In the end, I was so exhausted because of what we did, I fell asleep and didn’t awake until noon, the next day. After I finally woke, I went…

Son-in-law and wife in horny mixup with father in 1919 Montana. I can tell this now. After all these years, I’m past worrying about rocks thrown through the windows by outraged neighbors. Most everybody who knew us then is pushing up daisies. In 1919, Missoula was a beautiful place, an outpost of civilization in the huge wilderness of Montana. The wild west was not far away, either historically or in the street fights, saloons selling everything from Canadian bourbon to homemade, paint-remover whiskey, and the occasional cattle drives. I made a living as a carpenter. There was money in it: the town was growing, and rich folk wanted new, big…

Danny and I met about five years ago quite by accident. But, fate has a way of doing many things that seem accidental. It was that fateful day five years ago when I attended a middle school function for my daughter Kristin. It was field day at the school. One of those end of year activities where the kids engage in competitions, both individually, and classroom against classroom. Classes let out for the day and it was spent in races, tugs of war and other contests. Because it was during the day, the parents present were virtually all mothers. You see, Kristin’s mother had left us about five years earlier…

In the middle of a humdrum day, there was a knock at the door. I wasn’t doing anything muy importante, which means very important, except watching some soap opera, so I rose from the couch and went to the door. “Who is it?” “It’s me, Nina…” So I opened the door. It was indeed Nina Mercedes, the woman from down the block, standing there on the door step, dressed in a black satin blouse, sleek, fitted black satin pencil skirt, and on her feet, sky high black patent-leather peep-toe stiletto pumps. She had recently had her hair, which was just as black as mine, done in wavy layered curls, and…