A Caddymaster Story This is the twenty second story in the Caddymaster saga. Jackie's new young neighbors can't wait to experience the same kind of New England hospitality that Jackie's dad gave to their mother, who is also the aunt of their cousin, Clara.
A Tales from an Ex-Brat Story The training at RAF Halton was not anything like that of the SAS,or the Para's,nor the Royal Marines;we were training to be responsible engineers not mean lean killers. Even so Halton attempted to forge a similar esprit de corps, professionalism, and raison d'être in the apprentices who passed through the establishment as was held in those elite units. For good or bad the methods employed sixty years ago have now gone with the wind.
A Tales from an Ex-Brat Story I didn't learn to drive until leaving the RAF. I was in the TA(Territorial Army) when I learned but don't think I was driving tanks or APCs or Landrovrers. The TA paid for my lessons with a civvy driving school and I learned in a bog standard Austin 1100. This true story recounts the first and last time i drove a truck, although I did become a Yellow Van Man
A down-on-his-luck salesman gets a fortune cookie that changes everything. (Caution! there is a scene with gay male oral sex in this story. Don't say you weren't warned.)