Chapter FortyJane wasn’t sure how a person should dress to be kidnapped.  She thought it over while lying in her bed, still halfway between sleep and waking.  She thought about her previous encounter with ‘Mr. Bad Man’...and found herself curled up...

Waiting for my Son

"A pure fantasy of a story"

It was a warm spring evening and I found myself at home alone. My daughter was spending the night at a friends house and my son was at a party. He had just turned 18 and was a senior in...