Foster Home HostagesFoster Home HostagesMore Like This
“I’m sorry dear,” Margaret sighed without bothering to turn around as she continued to dry the breakfast dishes, “but as I said, you going to the mall today is out of the question.”
“I don’t see what the problem is Meg,” Lacey, the woman’s 12 year-old foster daughter snapped, placing her hands on her hips. “I’ll take the bus, hang out with my friends, and be back in time for dinner.”
“I said NO dear!” Meg hissed, becoming agitated.
“This is BULLSHIT Meg!” Lacey growled. “There’s no reason I can go!” “You’re just being a BITCH!”
“Listen Lacey,” Meg sighed, placing another dish in the strainer,” “You can’t go to the mall today because you and the twins are going to be upstairs for most of the afternoon.”
“WHAT THE FUCK FOR?!” the young pre-teen screeched. “I ha
Robbery For RealIt was a sunny day in California, as it often is there. At that moment, in a large house in downtown Los Angeles, two bored girls were assessing the situation.More Like This
“Well, it looks my brother and his pals have gone off on yet another adventure and left us behind,” one of the girls, a blonde teenager said. She was clad in a powder blue top and shoes, accessorized with a pink skirt, bracelets, earrings and headband, as well as a white skirt & socks, all of which looked like some hideous outfit from the 1980’s.
“Yeah, they always seem to do that, don’t they?” asked the other girl, a pre-teen brunette wearing a yellow shirt & shoes along with a green pair of overalls and a baseball cap. Her brown hair was styled in two pigtails, each one sporting a yellow bow.
“Well, to be honest, most of the time I’m far too busy to deal with whatever crazy schemes those guys are up to,” Heather, the blonde, replied “like today for example, I have to
Jennifer in DistressWell Jennifer, you've done it this time...More Like This
Jennifer McKenzie was your average freshman journalism student in every way... except that your average freshman probably wouldn't have managed to end up bound and gagged in the trunk of a car.
Earlier that day...
Jennifer's college magazine was dedicating an entire section of its next issue to the art of investigative journalism. A part of it included a comparison between investigative journalists and private investigators. The task of interviewing one of the local private investigators fell onto Jennifer, who arranged to meet the PI first thing in the morning before he started working with clients.
At 8 a.m. Jennifer entered the office of Rick Johnson. Rick stood up to greet her. It was the first time Jennifer saw him in person, and she had to admit she imagined him a bit differently. When speaking to her on the phone, he had the voice of one of the old noir age actors like Humphrey Bogart. So Jennifer imagined a slick, elegant
Revenge Does Not PayChristy was dressed in a white blouse with brown polka dots, black jean skirt, and black knee high, high heel boots. She thought with this outfit, in addition to her fair skin, blackish brown hair, and blue eyes, she is the most attractive woman in the news firm where she works. Many of her coworkers would agree. That gave evidence when she entered the office many heads turned and smiled at her.More Like This
Several came up to offer congratulations. The last part was due to her recent exploit over publishing a huge story over exposing a business that extorted their clients by taking their money for scams that didn’t work. Even more incredible, she was 23 years old! Despite being with little experience and being new in the business, she pulled off an excellent story and got rid of a nasty individual in the process.
Christy was hoping that she would get promoted from her desk job to being an actual reporter. The only reason why she was able to pull the story off was because she disobeyed orders
Five Star ThieveryAs I took in the view from my hotel balcony, I couldn’t help but smile. Six months ago I was close to being homeless, jobless and bankrupt. Now I’m here in a luxurious five-star hotel, looking across the bay and enjoying the lap of luxury. Too bad it can’t go on forever; I’m here for business – and a little revenge.More Like This
Turning round, I surveyed the room service attendant. She was currently sat in a comfortable chair, firmly bound and gagged. The chair faced the balcony so she wouldn’t be seen from the door. I checked myself in the mirror, making sure I had my room service outfit on correctly. Readjusting my wig, a black shoulder length bob cut. I loaded up the room service trolley with the items I would need, before quietly slipping out into the corridor, leaving the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door knob. Time to get to work!
They say that crime doesn’t pay, that the police w
Sabina Bowen's Night at the MuseumThe Valley of the Kings – EgyptMore Like This
Dr Sabina Bowen was beginning to regret her hasty decision to join this expedition to the Valley of the Kings. She’d always wanted to visit one of the world’s most famous archaeological regions, but she’d never envisaged it would be in these circumstances. Given the recent political and military upheaval within a country once famous for its tourism, she knew it was a potentially dangerous decision. But this same upheaval had created a surge in the trade, and indeed theft, of ancient artefacts from the ancient Egyptian era. So Sabina had put everything on hold to join this expedition, which had become a rescue mission of sorts. The aim was to recover as many artefacts as possible before shipping them to the British Museum, and to safety.
And it had indeed been a couple of productive days out in the desert for the young, dark haired archaeologist. But at that moment she was limited in her productivity by the rop
Sandi and Josi - Bunnygirls in BrazilThe sun was setting over Sugar Loaf Mountain, the statue of Christ silhouetted against the deep pink sky. At his feet the lights from city of Rio Di Janeiro twinkled jubilantly, and the sound of pulsating music filled the air. The beach, streets and bars were all fall of people drinking, cheering and singing, all eyes fixed on the TV screens as the latest football match kicked off. The wait had been long, arduous and not without difficulty, but at long last the 2014 World Cup had arrived, and people were getting ready to party.More Like This
Away from the hubbub of the city streets, in an exclusive quarter of the city reserved for the rich and powerful, a different sort of party was being thrown in honour of the World Cup. The match was still being displayed on large Ultra HD TV’s found in every room of the expansive and regal villa, but the party guests were far less interested in the game than the other citizens of Rio. This was in part due to the free alcohol. This was in part