Tim sat on the edge of his bed trying to think. Would this be just a wild goose chase, or would he find Lillian? But where does Delany fit in or, does he? Are these two separate incidences? Tim began to wonder if Sheriff Thompson had gotten any farther wi...
When Tim got home, he locked the door behind him as he always did. But this time it felt like he was keeping trouble locked out. He had no reason to feel like he was going to be punished, but he couldn’t shake it. His phone buzzed, it was Amanda. “HI, bab...
Sunday morning, Tim was awake before sunup. He quietly crawled from between his sleeping lovers. He was even going to go without coffee. Tim didn’t want to face the ladies because of having to say goodbye, but because he lied to them. But he was sure Dela...
The last glimmer of light was fading when the lovers awoke from their sleep. They had given and taken so much from each other; it was impossible to think there was any more desire left. Tim was facing Pat’s back; the fragrance from her hair was alluring....
Thanksgiving morning, Tim looked at Elenore. She was smiling, so Tim rolled over to her and gave her a good morning kiss. Elenore looked at Tom with a loving look. He put his arm around her neck, and she rolled onto his shoulder. “Mmm, this is a wonderful...
The next morning Lillian made coffee and toast. She knew I had to get back to my shop. I did have a business to run. We had a relaxing conversation at breakfast. Then Lillian brought up that autumn was quietly approaching. It was hard to believe I had bee...
It was just the first light when I woke up. I had only a few hours of sleep, but I wanted to get home. Medford was not that far a drive, so I was sure I was up to the drive. I was going home today; come hell or high water. I threw my bag in the trunk, put...
Wednesday morning came within seconds of going to bed. We had coffee and toast, then I got ready to go to Overton. Cynthia looked wonderful in her see-through robe. She walked me to the door and gave me a gentle kiss. “Good luck, Baby. I’m going by my hou...
Tuesday morning, Cynthia and I headed back to Medford. It was another beautiful day, so Cynthia had the top down. I have to admit, watching Cynthia get dressed was a bit of an arousal. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her put on her blouse without a bra...
The following morning was beautiful. The sun was bright, and the sky could not have been bluer. I finally figured out the two-hundred-dollar coffee pot and was thankful that Cynthia fell asleep as soon as we got home. I enjoy the sex, but last night I was...
The morning after I installed the security login for the Sheriff, my phone went off at eight-thirty. It was the Sheriff. He wasn’t upset, so I was feeling pretty good. “Good morning, Tim, how are things?” “Doing good, sir, thank you. Are you having any pr...
I was sitting in my office, and somehow my mind turned to Lillian Nottingham. Lillian Nottingham and Cynthia Crenshaw were cut from the same cloth. Money. I met Lillian only briefly at Cynthia’s, but it was obvious, neither of them wanted anything, and go...
Things quieted down after the accident. Alicia’s dad made sure her mother had all the care necessary. Noticeably nothing more. We kept in touch but didn’t stop by their house. As luck would have it, Kathy had taken her shit disturbing elsewhere for someon...
The Final Chapter – Come Together With breaded pork chops staying warm in the oven, Sylvia placed the fresh, hot dinner rolls in the aluminum bun warmer, fitting the lid on top. Creamed corn, made fresh and not from the can, was already on the kitchen tab...
Bacon sizzled in the cast iron skillet as Neil sat, bare-chested, on a bar stool in the kitchen, reading the Sunday morning Herald-Telegraph. “Toast and jam?” Sylvia asked her son. Yesterday, she was fucking her brains out with Bobbie. Today, she was back...
