What if you could heal the sick, just with the touch of a hand? Would people allow you any peace? Would you be mobbed? Suppose you wanted a normal life? Sure, you want to help people, but you don't want to be Elvis, or get mistaken for the Second Coming. How do you cope? What do you do?
Charlene seduced my Dad and I was jealous. Just a little. Mom was gone to rehab and I had to do more to organize and to fill in. Dad got a new female business partner and went to the South Pacific. Now, Charlene and I had to bring a sad Amanda, our "babysitter," into the group of boys and girls that worked and played together. We all enjoyed games in the hot tub and the shower. Amanda was revived.
You're on holiday in Southern England. You and your wife stop at an art gallery out in the country. Your wife goes inside to look around the exhibits; you stay outside so that she can't talk you into spending any of your hard earned cash. There you fall into conversation with a guy tending the neat gardens and he starts telling you the story of how the gallery came to be.
Everyone has regrets in life, but Anne and Leonard have more than their share. Hoping to rekindle an old romance Leo comes to London to find that his old flame and her daughter are now in deadly peril with every second counting. Starts slow, as usual. A very old incomplete story now finished, eight years later!
Man gets fed up with New York, a cheating fiancee and his job. He returns to his families land where he finds peace, happiness, a new career and the love of his life.
This is just a bit of fun, meant to entertain you in a tough time. It's been a while since I've posted a story that didn't wander off into reincarnation, the wild west or Word War Two. So I thought I try a formula morality tale. You know the trope, caught the bitch, burned the bitch, humping the divorcee next door. Of course, I'm aware that this particular warhorse has been ridden a million times already. So, I tried to give mine a slight alien twist. I hope you enjoy - DT. / (Reviews)