Evil Desire - Episode 1

Lyla rushed from the shower to answer the phone. It was Sunday morning and she was expecting a call from Walter. She finished wrapping the sheet towel around her petite body as she answered.

“I’d like to speak with Lyla Maas, please,” a soft spoken female voice said.

“Speaking.”

“Hi, my name is Myrna Loy. You don’t know me but we have a mutual friend, Walter Pierce, which I would like to discuss with you. I’m neither a covert wife nor an obsessed lover. However, I have some information that I believe you will find beneficial.”

“And how is that you have this information?”

“Due to an incident in the past, I had some detective work done that revealed some disturbing findings. It’s important that you get this information now. You might want to break the cycle or consider it in regards to your relationship with Walter.”

“Cycle? What do you mean?” Lyla asked. What was this all about? Was this Walter’s past coming back to haunt her?

To be continued...
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Breakthrough - I

Jack’s hand trembled as he hung up the receiver in his office at the Web Technology Support Center. He felt drained and faint. His short stature and portly torso, along with his receding hair line and disheveled gray hair were further diminished by the bleakness that was growing around him. The helpdesk’s notification, it couldn’t be happening, all their business customers’ computers offline? Again, the phone rang. He glanced at the clock on his desk, 4:30PM. He answered.

“Jack, looks like we’ve got a lot of work to do. This worm has wiped out all our customers’ systems, ours included. Do we have enough support resources available? Since its Sunday afternoon we have a few hours head start before the work week. But we need to have everyone completely back online within two weeks and our major clients back up in the first week.” It was the store owner. Jack suddenly felt inept as he recalled Zip’s advice for a disaster recovery plan that would support their customers in this type of event.

He stood up at his desk as he responded, “Yes sir, we’ve already begun planning the recovery.” Jack hated the thought of Zip’s insight. He was the Web Technology Services Center Store Manager. He was more experienced and had more business savvy than she could hope for in her three years in management. All she needed to do was do as she was told. He’d better get Zip going on this right away. He sat down as he punched her speed dial number in his cell and waited.

“Hello.”

“Zipora, this one is huge! Get all the technical resources working ‘round the clock on this disaster,” Jack said, as he leaned back in his chair. “I assume you’ve been notified about the worm and that all our clientele’s business systems are offline?”

“Yes sir, I’m on it—tech support, twenty-four hours a day, until all our customers are back online,” she pledged.

“You have two weeks, Zipora. Two weeks to get all the business customers back on line. Is that
clear?”

“Clear sir, but impossible. We don’t have enough technical resources to cover all our customers in that range of time. There’s too many servers.”

“If you want your job, you’ll get it done.” Click.
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Because of Money...

• Tobacco corporations are not banned from selling cigarettes—though it is known they cause cancer
• A pharmaceutical corporation has been allowed to put an untested (outside of it’s own corporate testing) vaccine on the market and be a proponent in making its use mandatory in some states
• The Congress will not completely ban Lobbyist from politician contributions and certain support activities
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I.C.E. - Part 1

Drake reaches over and puts his hand between my thighs at my skirt hemline and slides it quickly to my crotch. “I can’t wait to come inside you,” he says viciously as he rubs my pubic area through my panty hose. His eyes are wild and glassy as he leans forward then back in an agitated motion.

My heart begins to race, and I feel as though my blood is draining from me. I don’t know what is wrong with Drake, but I tell myself I need to stay calm. Is he going to rape me? I wonder. It’s Saturday evening, and I’m driving west on Central Avenue, headed to a restaurant that he has chosen. Drake Wesel and I are on a dinner date.

I’m Rhonda Thatcher, and I first saw Drake when my girlfriends and I went to The Classics nightclub for Friday’s Happy Hour after work. A male dance show followed happy hour, where he performed as a male stripper called The Golden Bull. He danced around our table. He was tall, high yellow, had dark thick eyebrows, a fabulous moustache, complimented with high cheekbones, long wavy black hair tied back, and beautiful brown eyes. I didn’t tuck any bills in his thong, but his physique looked brawny and provocative.

A week later, I was sitting alone at the bar in a neighborhood club in Landover, and he approached me and introduced himself. We began getting acquainted: he was divorced, I was divorced, and we both like to party; he was thirty; I was thirty-seven, and so on, for a couple of hours. We exchanged contact information and said good-bye. We had a couple of phone chats which led to this dinner date.

To be continued...

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