by Doug Thompson | Jun 7, 2003 | Current Dark
He couldn’t believe it when he heard her voice on the phone. “Hi.” The same breathless sexiness he remembered so clearly from 25 years ago. “Well, hello.” “I’m going to be in Washington next week. Would you like to have dinner? There’s...
by Doug Thompson | Jan 2, 2003 | GraveYard
She noticed him on the first day of school. The eyes caught her attention first – dark, smoldering, haunting. Dark hair, nice tight body. The more she thought about him, the more it affected her. She wanted him. Wanted him badly. At night, she would masturbate...
by Doug Thompson | Feb 4, 2002 | GraveYard
He woke up with his head pounding, hung over from another Friday night of heavy drinking. Not unusual. He met some buddies after work, they started with German beer, moved on to shooters of Tequila. That was the last he remembered. But when he turned over, his wife...
by Doug Thompson | Dec 20, 2001 | GraveYard
He had been out of touch, away from phones and civilization, working on a job that took him deep into far away places. So he was surprised when two men held a sign with his name on it when he got off the plane. “Sir, there’s been an accident.”...
by Doug Thompson | Jul 31, 1998 | GraveYard
A July Friday afternoon at the U.S. Capitol. Tourists milling about, both inside and outside the historic building. The Senate was just finishing up a rare Friday session. The House had finished with legislative business and and gone into “special orders,”...
