Taken

Marci stood at the kitchen island gazing out the window of her loft. She feels a rough whisper in her ear. " Don't turn around. And don't fight me. And you'll have the best night[…]

Continue reading …

Botched ransom

Part 1 Botched Ransom “How old are you, Chrissy?” asked the man. He was stroking her hand as he said it. “I’m twenty,” she replied uneasily. She wanted to take her hand back, but was[…]

Continue reading …

Weekend in la

Its been a while since the cocktail party in LA. Heather and I have stayed in touch by phone, she has been asking when she would see me again. I'm busy with work and Heather[…]

Continue reading …