Some losses are impossible to survive. I certainly felt that way when my wife of eight years was killed by a drunk driver. There were days when it weighed so heavily on me that I couldn't breathe. The only thing that got me through was the need to be strong for our two children. Our son was barely three years old at the time. He barely remembers a time when it wasn't just the three of us. Our daughter was six years old. R...

Daniel Swan looked out across the bay from the bench he sat on. It was a cool early autumn evening, just before eight. He looked at the bunch of white roses in his hand, lifted them, and sniffed them. She was not coming, he knew. Rachel would stay away. He placed the roses on the bench. “See you next month, my darling.” It was his ritual, every month, at eight in the evening on the fourteenth he would place twelve white r...

Day 1—The Drive—Sunday We were two hours into our ten-hour drive from Kentucky to Crotch Lake, Ontario. (Yes, it is a real place. Check Google Earth: 44°52'10.30" N, 76°48'0.37" W.) I had just started my first two-hour turn at the wheel of Ken and Karen’s Escalade, with their twenty-foot runabout in tow. Cindy and I had provided most of the camping gear that filled the boat and most of the Escalade’s cargo space. Ken was...

During her first week of work, Santana had still been angry from the weekend, about her dad and Genevieve. She didn’t have to be at the office before 8:00, and the folks in sales and sales support didn’t start trickling in until 8:30. But she hadn’t wanted to face her father, equal parts afraid she’d say something horrible to him out of her jealousy, and fear that he’d know that she was indeed jealous. So to avoid him, sh...

Is it foolish to voluntarily go to the house of the other woman? I didn’t go there to confront her but was invited by my husband since she was having a party. I was not a kid or even a young adult; I was 31 years old. To this day, I don’t know why I did it, but I will let you decide if this was a good choice or a foolish one. Let me set the scene for you. I was returning home from a work trip and texted my husband that I...

Chapter Fifty-Seven Although Mac’s head remained pain-free, Grace insisted that he keep his follow-up appointment with Dr. Herzog at Schön Clinic Munich Schwabing. His MRI scans showed no tumors, so a trapped nerve in his neck had likely caused the pain. “So, why does the pain come on stronger when he’s stressed?” Grace asked. “When people are stressed, they often clench their muscles subconsciously. That puts more pressu...

Following the incomparable commercial and critical success of 'Dear Cum - The Fools' I have been inundated with letters requesting that I publish the complete April Fool letter. Who would have thought that the adventures of a virgin, perky, pokie, bouncy, sixteen-year-old debutante would be quite so popular? And everyone seemed very excited about that family-favourite game, 'insects', that she was going to be playing. So...

You will recall that Sharon was screwed by my friend, at a Christmas fancy dress party in our flat. Well, Christmas had come and gone and Sharon had made a good start into becoming a slut.  We spent many a night in bed talking about her sailor friend at the Christmas party. I always brought it up as we fucked. I kept telling her she was brilliant and that I was so proud of her. When we were fucking, I would bite her lip t...

My wife passed a little over a year ago, and it would be an understatement to say I've been struggling since. She left me in sole charge of our teenage daughter and I wasn't really equipped to be a single parent. I started counselling six months ago and things started to improve, but I still had real trouble sleeping. I would lie awake all night thinking of my wife and even when I did sleep she would haunt my dreams, I wa...

Desi never imagined there would come a day when she would have to make such a foolhardy decision. She shivered in disgust as she knelt at the feet of the ugly gnome-like man standing in front of her. She wanted to believe he was telling the truth, that his cum contained special anti-wrinkle properties. It sounded preposterous, but there was only one revolting way to find out. With closed eyes and a stomach full of butterf...

  It was three in the morning before Detective Inspector Jane McCann crawled into her bed. Exhausted though she was, she could not sleep, for now, there were two dead bodies haunting her: one a brown-haired phone-sex-purveying jilted Catholic wife on a church altar in Surrey, another a bleached-blond Sheffield prostitute lying on her filthy cot surrounded by soiled condoms and used syringes; both of them with their legs w...

Eric pulled a beer from his refrigerator, rolling his neck, the muscles already starting to ache from his workout. At forty-nine years old he still enjoyed his workouts even if they were a little harder than they were twenty years ago, not that he would ever admit that to anyone. He stepped out onto the wrap around porch and lowered himself into the Adirondack chair, simultaneously taking a draw on his longneck and wishin...

It had been almost a year since Bella had turned up on my doorstep, cold and wet with her two kids in tow. Twelve months in which my life had literally been turned upside down. My relationship with Bella had gone from strength to strength after that first night of lovemaking. We had tried to keep it a secret, but the kids found out quickly and as kids do, they also adapted quickly. The ex-husband was however a different m...