A husband, Bob, discovers his wife, mother of their 3 teenage children, in bed with a family friend, being sent home after a work injury during the night shift. A keen jogger, after flooring his "friend" Bob goes on his usual long early morning run, much further than normal, and ends up in hospital. When he wakes up, no-one knows who he is (no ID or wallet in his running shorts) but remembers himself as Tommy, in his early 20s whose last memory is shopping for milk. Who is he?
A Lexi's Investigations Story (7) There's a predator making rounds at the dating website: a guy who impregnates his dates without their knowledge. 20-year-old Lexi intends to catch the guy red-handed.
Another story from beautiful Peachtree Corners GA. No sex so completely safe to read at work. Who knows what we will find this time. By the way, it is self edited by me and Microsoft word. Grammar Nazis need not bitch.
This is a domestic terrorist, Tom Clancy or Robert Patterson-style story. I started writing this story in July 2001, and I stopped on 9/11, and it's been languishing in my Zombie file ever since. I don't know if I'll ever get back to it. but I wanted to share it with you,