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MONTANA MAN
It was only men in Charley's in those days, no females allowed, but for the one exception. No women's lib then to make Charley let them in, not in Montana anyway. Not out there in that godforsaken Divot country. So Charley's was just men, and not too many of them, either. Especially in the daytime, though there was more and more coming in in the afternoons once the plant closed and the logging was down and it seemed like everybody was laying off. The bars were the only places business was getting better. Charley's was maybe not exactly a bar, but something like it. Kind of a local hangout place, like a club only it wasn't private. But if you were a stranger you usually left pretty quick after you got your drink or whatever, because Charley wasn't friendly to strangers. The exceptions about no women was when Ramsey Boyce brought his wife in. It only happened once in a while, and there was no way of telling when it was going to be. Those times could be a month apart, could be three or four months, could be six. No pattern to it. Nobody ever knew, if they stopped into Charley's some afternoon, if maybe that would be a day Ramsey would show up. With his wife. I guess everybody thought about it, though. Hoped a little. Or a lot. The regulars had more of a chance. I knew two guys anyway used to hang around Charley's every single afternoon, waiting for the time. Ramsey hardly never came into Charley's alone. He hardly went anyplace anytime, except to work. Nobody went to his [...]
Griselda
Discovery There can be few places as deceptive as Nether Slype. The churches are well attended and the all children say their prayers. Such presumably innocent pleasures as the fete, the sack race, and the village pantomime are milestones in its calendar. There are also summer and winter sports gatherings, though all these events, I later learned, are curiously unique to the village. There are two pubs, a school, two shops — one with a post office — a tea rooms where the old ladies gossip, and a Saturday market where you can buy anything from a home-made cake to an antique grandfather clock. The village garage takes forever to fix your car, the mobile bank comes once a week, and the small library boasts the 1974 edition of the Encyclopaedia Britannica. The few Saturday-night drunks are harmless; there is no vandalism and no rowdiness, which is as well, because Jack, the village bobby, couldn't handle more than the mildest altercation. Nether Slype nestles among wooded hills, and the woods encroach into it. It is a place of nooks and crannies, green shades, cool shadows, high hedges, privacy, and footways. There are bridleways where big-bottomed, bouncing-bosomed girls ride their ponies and other things besides — very vigorously. The long, curling, hedge-rowed lanes are overarched with heavy branches of wimpling leaves. The river murmurs under the mediaeval bridge, flowing fresh and clean, down from the higher hills on the Welsh borderland. [...]
Brothers and Sisters: A Revised Episode
Page 1. More than half an hour had passed since the last of her daughter's whimpering had subsided which was an hour after her screams were at their fiercest. I finally permitted her mother, Nora, to stand outside the unlocked bathroom door where Kitty hid inside. Hid inside from any further abuse from me, their kidnapper and her earlier tormentor. Nora knocked ever so softly. 'Kitty. Kitty, it's your mother. I want you to come out.' There was complete silence as we both waited for a response, me in heightened anticipation. Such mother daughter moments were precious and irreplaceable. Nora knocked slightly louder and faster. 'Kitty, please come out. Come out or I'll come in instead.' Kitty objected quickly. 'No, Mom, no. Don't come in.' 'Why? Why not sweetheart? Why?' 'Please Mom, please, because, because I don't want you to see me. Not this way. Is he still out there? Is he out there with you? I don't want you to see what he did to me.' Nora directed her mother's instinctive fury my way. 'You bastard. What did you do to my daughter? How did you make her scream? You filthy bastard. What did you do to her? Why doesn't she want me to see her?' I was prepared for her anger, for her resistance, in that I had my trusty twenty-two pistol in hand, the one I'd used to kidnap them with several hours earlier and two hundred miles removed. I'd grabbed them in the underground parking garage of a swanky hotel where they were attending a benefit for Lymphoma, a form [...]
Zara: Pierced and Branded Slave
Part One Zara had no idea what she was getting into. She had agreed to go out with Bret only because her agent had asked her. Zara was your typical straving actress desperate to get ahead in Hollywood, and desperately in need of that elusive first break. She had to literally wrestle with Bret, just to get him to stop kissing her. Another casting couch affair, Zara muttered to herself. At least Bret was a different producer than most: he called her a cab and gave her fare to get home. But that was six hours ago. The cabbie never had any intention of driving Zara home; he was another lackey on the payroll of the producer Bret. And he had been instructed to drive into a dark alley and incapacitate poor Zara. Having worked these jobs for Bret before, the "cabbie" was more than a match for the pretty young thing. When Zara regained consciousness, she immediately felt a tremendous throbbing in her head where the cabbie had landed the handle of a gun. She meekly opened her eyes to find that she was in the center of some meticulously adorned prison cell. It was basically four gray walls with a wide range of assortment torture devices. Zara recognized only a handful, and of the others she would have prefered to have been ignorant. "Well, I see, my proud little plaything has opened her eyes again," Bret said as he opened the steel door; the only way in and the only way out as far as Zara could tell. Bret was still wearing the suit and tie combo he [...]
Zombie Sex Slave
Zombie Sex Slave: Part 1 - Luck She was broke. She had never been in such a dire situation in her life. What were her options? Asking help from her parents was out of the question - any “gift” from them came with heavy chains of expectations attached. The rent was due and she probably could get by with giving her landlord a partial payment …but right now she had nothing. Quitting her job had not been a good idea; she probably should have kept pushing her lawsuit and sue her employer as her friends advised her to, but she just didn’t want to deal with it… ultimately she just wanted to forget about the harassment and move on. Besides, it was her word against her boss, and he probably would have gotten others to back him up. She was not out to take on the world, she just wanted to get by… on her own. But to accomplish that, she needed to find another job, and fast. Kim picked the biggest office tower around and went floor to floor filling out applications for a receptionist. Making a game out of it helped…how many applications could she fill out in an hour? She even timed each stop; she was averaging about fifteen minutes per application. The game made it seem less tedious. When she got home, she would compare how she did canvassing this building to the last, and so on. Then she struck gold. Halfway through the 5th floor, she filled out an application for a business that she knew nothing about. They interviewed her on the spot and asked when she could [...]