A widowed piano player is lost in his private world of despair when he meets a similarly troubled young woman on an Aegean cruise. Can a journey together to a long forgotten island ruined temple wash away their fears and heartache and allow them to find future happiness together? A romantic story of sadness and hope and perhaps even a little magic. Gently revised and updated.
It doesn't matter all that much, how old you are, or whether you're a man or a woman; a girl or a boy. When the lonely time comes, we all of us need somebody there to hold onto, and help get us back to the morning light.
A family in an incestuous relationship goes on a camping trip on a hill. While the father and son are out looking for firewood, the mother and daughter disappear without a trace.
A Still Waters / Fair Winds Story You catch your wife with another man. Right before you can divorce her cheating ass, you go and win the fucking Lottery! Of all the rotten luck!
Stories in the Frank's Post-Apoc World Universe
At the end of the first European expedition, Janice had vowed never to go make another trip. Bobbi wanted to return and the Trio prevails with new narrators, Andy and Charlie. The adventure continues. To understand all of this story, it's a good idea to read at least Book 8 but each storyline stands on its own. As always, it's about the people but the trips are interesting to ponder. There is a reasonable bit of romance but no explicit sex.
For those of you who read the first one, this is the sequel that I threatened would come. It still remains religious in tone. It features more from the daughters though still told from the father's point of view. I hope you enjoy this effort. It just flowed. You might even find some surprises. RG
What does it mean to possess something? Does it truly belong to the person holding it? Are people even in control of their selves, their emotions? Just like beauty is in the eye of the beholder, possession is nine|tenths.
I couldn't help but wonder about some of the foreign exchange students I knew as I grew up. The girls, I mean. I was busy trying to get into their American friends' panties. I always wondered who was trying to get into theirs. So I wrote a little fantasy about that. It's probably a bit over the top. But after all, it was MY fantasy.