Author: DavidJannsen

The Bigamist Pt 1. [FF]

My Husband, the bigamist.

Anna.

It was over, finally. Guilty. Sentencing to come tomorrow, the last act in this tragi-comedy. I held Julie’s hand as the verdict was read, knowing what it was going to be, but hoping not. What a hell ride this last three months were. I had a loving husband, two successful no tipping restaurants in two different cities, making money, living lavida loca! Then it all came crashing down.

Karl would spend a week in LA, then back to Seattle, then turn around. He always said that being away from home was rewarding but really hard. Lots of chefs are prima donnas in the kitchen, abusive and demanding. Not Karl, yes, demanding, he required high standards of all his staff, but he never raised his voice, never abused anyone. If you got it wrong, he would give you such a look of disappointment that you just knew you wanted to do it better next time. Read more »

Lunch in the Mall [MFF] [FF] [Oral]

The noise levels in the mall were not too bad for a lunch crowd. I was heading back to my home office after dropping some network sketches and solutions into my employer’s office when I decided to stop at the mall. There is this European cafe, run by a genuine European family that makes the most delicious coffees. I was sitting outside, al mallsco I expect it was, reading a new novel I had just bought, on my smart phone.

The coffee was steaming in front of me, the crowd, not loud but moving, people enjoying a meal or just talking surrounding me in a pleasant moment of self indulgence. I felt something odd. You know, that little sensation that says someone is taking an interest in you. You look up and someone is looking at you. It was that. I looked around and on my left there was a mother with two small children at one table, an older couple, not talking, at another, a few people scattered around and when I scanned right, there was a couple of kids, girls who looked like they should be in school, looking at me. Well they were looking in my direction, but when I looked at them, they both engaged my eyes, and looked away. I lingered for a few seconds when they both looked at me again, I do mean, at me. Read more »

Family Secrets: The Diaries [FF MF pros]

Family Secrets, Generations in the making.

When my grandmother died, my mother, sister and I went to the old house and cleaned it up. In it, we found some of our great-grandmother’s diaries, locked away in an old camphor wood chest. In another, similar chest, we found some small bars of what might be gold, with a set of Chinese characters on them. There were also some gold and silver coins, but they certainly were not Chinese. They were covered by what looks like Chinese dress, rich brocaded materials in gowns that are unlikely to ever be worn again. (A quick internet search has revealed these are a collection of mostly gold coins from 17th Century Indian, 18th Century Japanese, 19th Century East India Company coins and Mexican silver dollars which are dated from the 1850s.) Read more »

The Exchange Student Pt. 2 [Ff MfFF inc]

Part 2.

We worked out how to hide the bed and frame, yet make it accessible, so we could set it up and take it down in a few minutes. After that, we realized we didn’t need to worry about it, Hank will need a place to sleep so I asked if it would be OK for Hank to sleep on this old bed we found while cleaning out the basement. Dad said that worked for him so, it was good. Then we got some really exciting news. Hank had decided to cut some classes and would be home the night before Turkey Day and, as it was on a Thursday, he was staying the weekend, won’t be going back to college until the Tuesday. Basically, he was going to be home for a five day long weekend. At last, it was all set, and Hank arrived home, precisely when he said he would. Read more »

The Exchange Student – Part 1 [Ff]

This is an older story that I ran across in my stories directory and couldn’t remember if it has been posted elsewhere, I don’t think it was.

Part 1.
We were all sitting at the dinner table. Mom, Dad, Hank and me, Donna. This is pretty normal, Dad insisted we all eat together, and this is a great idea. It does bring us together a bit more, I think. This is where we talk, we sort some issues occasionally, where Mom, or Dad, or Hank made announcements.

Dad would tell us of holiday plans, Mom would talk about family things, weddings, births, funerals, that sort of thing. Hank decided on which college, and what subjects, what he was interested in, and everything. All the major things were discussed and decided upon at the dinner table. So this was a big thing, for me anyway.

The first day of the last week of school, before summer break. Hank was excited about going to college, Mom, happy for him, but not that happy. Dad proud that his son was going to be independent, taking his first steps into the wider world. Me doing nothing, well, almost. Read more »

Sarah Pt2 – [MF], [MFF], [inc]

[Synopsis Pt 1.:
I knew Sarah from my local coffee shop, and met her in the canteen of the local College where I was doing some work. We got to talking and over the next few days we met and talked more. She asked for my help and I gave it to her. Then I really gave it to her. We had fucked up a storm and then were caught. By Sarah’s mother, no less.]

Both Sarah and I jumped up, startled by an unexpected intrusion.

“Mother!” Sarah cried. “Oh Mother! How could you?” Sarah was genuinely upset now.

I didn’t want to get involved in this and as the sheets were under us, there was no way to cover us up. We were well and truly caught, in flagrente dilecto, as it were.

“Sorry darling, I didn’t mean to interrupt, but I couldn’t help myself. Watching that was absolutely wonderful. No-one’s fucked me like that for a long time.” she said. “You going to introduce me to your friend?”

I was looking around, everywhere, anywhere, and could feel the heat of my embarrassment rising all over. Read more »

Sarah Pt1. [MF], [MFF], [inc]

For the last two weeks I have been on assignment at the City College. It seems the Dean is a little concerned at rumours that their computer systems have been compromised and my company has been engaged to check their security. It took about ten minutes to confirm their system was indeed easily hacked, and about another hour to see this hacking has gone back several years. I was there to look at the systems and find a way of protecting them.

Well, not going to happen, their systems are so old they are in serious need of updating. Not just their security systems but everything. I had already determined that several of the systems in place were set up independently, have grown separately then some bright spark has tried to integrate them. It is that attempt at integration that has opened security holes that you could drive an Abrams tank through. Read more »

The guy next door [Mm]

I look at the news these days and shake my head. Scout masters, Catholic priests, Cardinals, bankers, teachers, all sorts, all arrested, charged and often convicted of child molestation or sexual assault, or whatever the damned else they want to call it. The bottom line is the same, some male, at about 999 men to one woman, was playing sex games with a child.

So fucking what? It’s no fucking different now than it was when I was a boy. The kiddy fidlers are still fucking kiddies. Used to be called “rock spiders” when they were in prison, and who they were before they were arrested. Don’t know what they call them these days, don’t care.

So get over it guys, no-one really gives a fuck about what happened to you twenty years ago, except neswspapers and tv clowns, makes for good business and that’s about the extent of it. Some prosecutor can make a name for themselves, for a while, perhaps get themselves elected as a DA or maybe even Governor, maybe get a plum job somewhere in Washington. They can go home at night drink their high class whiskey, fuck their trophy wives and watch their kids through their first overdose. They don’t give a fuck for us. Read more »

Annemarie Part 7 and 8 [Mf] [MF]

Part 7

I woke early, and although it had been a somewhat busy night, I felt rested, relaxed and actually pretty good. I heard Rachel’s soft, even breathing, and I looked at her in the early morning light that was seeping into the room from behind the curtain. Fuck, she is gorgeous, even when asleep. I got out of bed, quietly pulled my gym suit that I never wear to the gym on, and silently closed the door of the bedroom behind me. I used the other bathroom and then rinsed my mouth with some breath freshener, just in case.

I went into the kitchen and made a coffee, well got the coffeemaker machine to make one for me. Fortunately, it doesn’t make too much noise, something that I have been grateful for since Jill came to live with me. I turned the computer on and checked emails, looked at the Al Jazira, BBC and Canadian news, saw that the speed we are going down the gurgler is increasing, and pictured Boris Johnson’s hairstyle on the President, a good laugh actually. Read more »

Annemarie Pt 5 and 6 [MF] [Mf]

Part 5

Wednesday came and Jill and I presented ourselves at this dingy little apartment block, where rents are cheap and life threatens to get harder every day. I knew I would have to get Annemarie and Rachel out of here if they were to have a chance. I looked at Jill and she almost shuddered, silently agreeing to what I was thinking.

We had a wonderful pasta meal, made up of what, I don’t know, but it was still wonderful. Annemarie and Rachel are both really good cooks, it seems. Annemarie said it was one of the few things she got of real benefit from her mother. Jill commented that she really got nothing from Sandra. Annemarie looked at her and said, “I don’t know, I think you got a lot of good things from her, but it seems you got some common sense from your Dad – and your taste in women!”

Jill lit up like a traffic light on stop. “Oh please, Rachel told me all about it, said you were a terrific lover, potentially.”

“Mom! Please, don’t embarrass her like that!” Rachel cried. Read more »