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Fritz
FritzThe door chime rang as Fritz opened the door to the Marine Boat Sales building. He looked around the showroom and spotted the pontoon boat of his dreams. It was a brand new beautifully appointed Bennington twenty-four-foot Pontoon boat. One of the finest boats on the market and its built right here in the USA. He looked around as he heard an office door open up on the loft. He watched as the young man walked down the steps looking directly at him. He approached and asked, “How can I help you, Sir?” “Sir?” Fritz repeated, “Hey, my name is Fritz. You don’t have to call me Sir.”“Well, Fritz ...
Vengeance is Mine
The sun beat down upon the scorched earth, earth that it had already scorched many times before this day. But the sun was bored and didn’t know what else to do with itself. That was the only explanation for its relentless scorching of the same patch of earth, and it didn’t look like it was going to give it up any time soon. The heat danced a taunting dance that took the moisture from a man’s mouth. The heat didn’t have the same effect on a woman’s mouth, but women weren’t about to reveal their secrets when it came to their avoidance of a parched and barren mouthspace.It was hot. Too hot. That ...
The Stourbridgedidge
The Stourbridgedidge I would have made a serious effort to get to know Bagpuss⸺my kind of cat. Number Ten's Larry and the sly ginger down the chippy, I felt I knew already. As much as you can know a cat, that is, which they say you can't. But for a long time, I wanted nothing to do with Kitten. Other than her knack for driving Wanka Mal nuts, I could see no point in her."I'm vegan, so you gotta understand how horrible it is for me."Wanka Mal was bawling from the landing as the awful whiff of what Kitten had dumped at the foot of the stairs ascended. And let's be clear, I sympathised. There w...
The Wrong Marina Jensen
How could she have known they’d booked the wrong Marina Jensen? It seemed relatively straightforward when it started: the email from someone she’d never heard of before, waxing lyrical about her ‘seminal study’ and inviting her to be the keynote speaker at a conference in Romania.Marina couldn’t believe her eyes when she read it. Yes, she’d recently published a book on Amazon, but she’d considered it light-hearted fluff: a thinly disguised account of her own dating disasters, written in Bridget-Jones-esque tones. Still, if the Universiwww.onedoor.ccty of Romania thought it was a ‘seminal study’, who was she...