Sunday, September 17, 2017

Been Gone For Awhile.

Yeah, it's been awhile.  I have finished anything new.  But I did have a heart attack, again.  I had one way back in 2003, July of 2003.  This past July I had another.  Fourteen years apart.  I was lucky.  I got to the hospital before I had it.

I was feeling kind of funny, so I laid down to see if it was that I was just tired.  The feeling didn't pass, so I kept telling myself to get up and go to the hospital.  I did.  They took an ekg and blood.  I wasn't have a heart attack...yet.

An hour later they did another blood test and it showed I was having an attack.  The confirmed with and ekg and wheeled me into the catlab.  They were prepared to push another stent into me, but found I had five blocked arteries.

Ten hours later I was being operated on. They did five bypasses.  Five.  5!  I don't remember waking up after the surgery, except for them to tell me I would just fine, it was a success. I remember them telling me I would be going into the Surgical ICU for awhile.

I don't remember anything, except bit and pieces.

I woke up and I was tied to the bed.  They told me I had been out of my mind.  ICU Psychosis they called it.  I was spitting at everyone, yelling to get me out of there, I was even flick my blood oozing from my chest where they opened my up to do the surgery.  I guess I was really being a bastard.

I do remember a feeling of paranoia.  I remember thinking they are all out to kill me. Why?  I haven't the faintest idea.  Once I was in my right mind, they were all really nice people.  I didn't understand what happened.

Then they went over the list of drugs they had tried to keep me calm.  I bet each one had the opposite effect on me.  Once they stopped giving me anything but morphine for pain, I calmed down and rested. From what they tell me.

Since then, I'm doing fine.  I'm home.  Although they did want me to go to a rehab facility, which I did.  I am now living alone and the doctors didn't want me to go home.  It was nice but the beds were shit.  I finally found one that I liked...two days before I left.  I was there 10 days.

I am now going back to the hospital each day to exercise.  It only cost me $33 a month.  That's Phase 3 Rehab.  Phase 2 was costing me $40 a day.  I only went six days over three weeks and they graduated me to Phase 3.

I'm feeling good.  I hope to continue to feel good or better.

X

Monday, October 17, 2016

The third volume of Brotherhood of Janus is now available...at Smashwords.

Brotherhood member John Carlson continues to help the Brotherhood Council clean up those Lodges that aren't following the rules of the society. 

Excerpt:

Sarah was sitting next me, a death grip on the armrests, as the plane hit turbulence.  I chuckled.  It'd been two months since she joined the BID and became a Duchess of the Brotherhood. This was only the second time she needed to travel.  That she was traveling with me, well that was a promise I made to her, even though we had made one trip together already. But that was to New York and was not a pleasant trip.  We were now flying into Baltimore to investigate complaints made against the lodge there.  Sarah was to be my partner at the gather for the weekend.

"Why didn't you tell me you were afraid of flying on our last trip?" I asked gently resting my hand on her arm.

"I didn't realize...oh fuck," Sarah cried as the plane dropped out of the sky. It stopped about a hundred feet down.  I was hoping that didn't happen on approach. "Anyway I was so mad I don't remember the flight going and I was so happy coming home, I don't remember it either."

"It's fine dear, really." I chuckled kissing her cheek.

Sarah just looked at me, venom in her eyes.  The plane again fell a few feet, then jumped back up. We would be descending into Baltimore within the next half hour.  It would be a bumpy ride. Sarah cried out as the plane bounced again.

"How can you sit there so calm?" Sarah asked me.

"I have spent my life flying.  And this is almost the smoothest ride I have ever had.  The worst was in a C130 flying into Korea. A downdraft hit the plane just as we were touching down.  Landing gear collapsed and we hit the ground hard.  Good thing a 130 is built to take something like that in stride.  It never flew again, but everyone on board survived.  One hundred and fifty souls lived  that day."

"Oh my god, why are you telling me that?" Sarah said, shock on her face.  Her finger nails now digging into my arm.

"There is nothing to worry about.  The quicker you realize that the better you will be able to cope with flying."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Of what?  Dying?  Of course.  But if it's going to happen, there is absolutely nothing I can do about it."

Sarah looked at me.  She nodded her head, she visibly calmed down. She released my arm and her seat arm.  She moved her hands to her lap and she took a deep breath, which she slowly let out.

"What do you do to keep from screaming?" she asked calmly.

"I usually sleep.  I found I can get to sleep much faster the more turbulent the flight."

Sarah laughed, looked at me and laughed again.  I smiled at her nodding. From that point forward she was never visibly afraid of flying again.  She took my hand in hers and held it without crushing the life out of it. 

The pilot announced we were starting our descent to BWI.  The plane turned to the right and slowed.  Sarah looked at me, concern showing in her eyes.  I nodded.

"Here we go," I told her.

"What do you mean, here we go?"

"There, we're through the cloud cover.  Look out the window.  We will be flying down the valley into BWI."

"Holy shit," Sarah whispered as she saw how close we were to the ground.  But that dropped away as we flew on.

Then the plane started to waggle from side to side.  Sarah's eyes were once again filled with fear.  I just smiled and enjoyed the ride.  At the very last minute the pilot straightened the airplane out and touched down.  Sarah sighed in relief.

"Holy shit," she whispered once more.

"Maybe next time we'll fly commercial into here...now there's a ride." I chuckled at her look.


We were in a Brotherhood Learjet.  The Brotherhood had ten jets of various sizes.  One had been allotted to me as a five hundred and the head of the BID.  They had given me one of the medium sized ones, seating ten.  Feldman and seven of his best always flew with me.  Feldman's force had grown as the BID investigators grew. There were six investigators, three men and three women not counting me and Sarah.  When each went in the field, an eight man Tac-Team would accompany them. We were still looking to add more, but that process would be long and arduous.

Thursday, March 10, 2016


Holy crap...a year!  I can/should be doing better than that.

Okay, finished two old, long pieces and added a short new one...

A story about a little/big town in the northern plains filled with high-powered people. Intrigue and violence along with sweetness and romance fill the days of the people of Orchard Falls.


Available at Smashwords.





And...

George J. Hood and Hyraim Janus founded the Brotherhood of Janus in 1865. The founding of the Brotherhood was for the advancement of members and their families. The Brotherhood required members to help other members in the areas of business and conservation of family fortunes. That was the primary reason for the formation of the Brotherhood.

The second installment in the saga.

Available at Smashwords.


And...

Jack O'Hara, friend of Don Steel and James Stanton(see Orchard Falls), takes on a request from his doctor to protect her. She has received death threats via eMail. Jack, an Orchard Falls resident, takes his assignment seriously. Along with his faithful companion, Rudy his dog, they watch over the pretty redheaded doctor. His past training comes in handy in his work.

Available at Smashwords.





All three of these were fun to finish and I think they will be a fun read.  I must warn you about the Brotherhood of Janus books, they deal a lot with wife swapping on a grand scale.

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Why would I need any of these?

While perusing some software choice on the internet, I came across some very...interesting stuff and for the life of me I couldn't figure out why I would need any of them.

1. Internet download manager.

Now why would I need a program to download stuff from the internet?  I know how to download things.  There are links all over the place to download things.  Why do I need a program to do it for me?  Now I haven't looked at this program, in fact I'm quite afraid to download it onto my machine for fear of getting some virus / trojan / keylogger / etc.

2. Snappy Driver Installer.

Another "Why do I need this?"  I'm quite sure all my drivers are on my machine and either Windows or the manufacture will have updates for them when needed.  So why do I need this program?  Again, I am frightened to download it.


These are just a couple of programs I have seen wanting me to download them for one reason or another.  I can only speculate on why.  

So be careful out there.  Suspect bad programs when they shout "DOWNLOAD ME".

Monday, August 11, 2014

Cross Country Mom

Cross Country Mom is now available at Smashwords.

It is also available at the Kindle Store under a different title - Cross Country Road Trip.

                                               

It was a long trip across the country, but he was with his mom, who loved him dearly.
                                                

“Mom,” I said softly giving her shoulder a shake.

“Wha…” she mumbled.

Her eyes opened. When she saw me she smiled brightly.  I smiled back a her.

“Are you hungry?” I asked.

She thought for a few seconds, then smiled again. “I am. I also need to pee,” she said tugging on her seatbelt urgently.

“Restrooms are inside,” I told her pointing to the restaurant we were parked in front of.

“Yes, of course,” she replied calming down as she opened her door and swung her legs out.

I hurried to get out and get to her side of the car to help her.  She was just trying to stand as I arrived.  She was a little wobbly. I put my hand under her arm, gripping her gently, yet firmly, and helped her get her bearings.  I reached around her and flipped the car door closed.  She turned, put her ass against the car fender and looked up at me with her beautiful smile.

“Just let me get my legs back underneath me,” she said softly.

“Of course Mom, take all the time you need,” I told her taking both her hands in mine to help her steady herself.

“That’s nice,” she said giving my hands a gently squeeze.

“Yes it is.  I have always enjoyed holding your hand.  They were always so warm when I was growing up in Appleton.”

“It did get cold there in the winter, didn’t it?”

“It did.  I remember coming in from playing in  the snow, hands red with the cold.  You would take each one and grasp them between yours and warm them up.  It felt so good, just like now.”

Mom cleared her throat, pushed herself off the car. She was standing right up against me.  She pulled her hands from mine and placed them on my chest.  She patted my chest, then pushed me away gently.  I stepped back, turned and offered my arm to Mom. She smiled, placed her arm though mine and waited.  I stood there looking at her.  I was filled with feelings…feelings I couldn’t comprehend just now.  Mom cleared her throat again.  I grinned with embarrassment and led the way into the restaurant part of the truck stop.

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Update...


Well, it's been awhile since I posted.  So far, since the last post, I haven't really worked on anything for publication.  I did however, co-write a piece with a wonderful gentleman from Germany over at Literotica.com.  It was for a impromptu contest among the writers of the Author's Hangout forum.  The theme was teamwork.  I think we did a pretty decent job.  If you get a chance go have a read...it's free...over on Literotica.  

 The Big Catch is the title of the story.  It was fun and without BJ it would have only been half as good.  I think we complemented each other on this.

I have been working on several stories...trying to at least.  It's been hard to get motivated.  The words are there, I just have no ambition, no desire to write...anything.

Although, I am writing a little.  A friend has an idea for a FPS game (first person shooter), he has asked me to write and/or punch up the documents and the text on the website.  So far we have written all the design docs, which is what I used to do in RL.  We are now working on the crowd funding docs and site. So I'm actually writing, not just writing.  

Thursday, February 27, 2014

Lovers Unknown

Lovers Unknown is now available at Smashwords and Amazon Kindle Store.

Have you ever had your deepest desire or fantasy turned into reality? How would you react if it was?
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Michelle was on a bed, she knew she was on a bed, she could feel the soft sheets beneath her.  Michelle knew it was nighttime, it was dark where she was.  Michelle knew she was naked.  Michelle knew all these things, except one.  She didn’t know whose dick was sliding in and out of her pussy and the way she felt, she didn’t really care.  Whoever it was, had started fucking her as she slept.  He had her face down on the bed, sliding his fairly large cock in and out of her hot, wet pussy.  The person behind her was grunting in time with his thrusts into her.  She was groaning each time the hard cock hit her cervix.  Michelle was floating along, wondering, whose house she was in and who was in her.

Michelle and her husband, George, had started the night at a party at a local tavern.  Drinks were flowing and people were dancing. Michelle and George were some of those people.  The party lasted until closing time. Then a group walked to the home of one of the attendees where the party continued.  After about an hour, Michelle lost track of George and her senses.  She remembered being undressed in the living room by a group of naked people.  Then there was someone licking her pussy and another sucking on her tits.  She recalled George, kissing her as he fucked her.  After her orgasm, Michelle blacked out.


Someone must have moved her to a bed during the night.  As she was being fucked, she wondered how many men and women had taken advantage of her unconscious state.  Her pussy felt like it had been fucked a number of times.  Her tits were sore and her hips hurt, but right now she was enjoying the feel of her pussy as the large cock worked its way in and out of her body.