Andrew C McDonald
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Andrew McDonald was a 911 dispatcher for 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
https://www.amazon.com/Killing-Keys-Andrew-C-McDonald-ebook/dp/B07VM843XL?ref_=ast_author_dp
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Blue Diamonds - Chp 3
For the earlier chapters go to: https://todaysurvey.today/chapters/blue-diamonds-chp-1 https://todaysurvey.today/chapters/blue-diamonds-chp-2%3C/p%3E%3C/a%3E%3Cstyle data-emotion-css="16e5cai">.css-16e5cai{-webkit-align-items:center;-webkit-box-align:center;-ms-flex-align:center;align-items:center;display:-webkit-box;display:-webkit-flex;display:-ms-flexbox;display:flex;-webkit-flex-wrap:wrap;-ms-flex-wrap:wrap;flex-wrap:wrap;gap:1rem;-webkit-box-pack:justify;-webkit-justify-content:space-between;-ms-flex-pack:justify;justify-content:space-between;}
Jewel in the Buff
The closer they got to Rick’s place the more nervous tension caused pressure to build up in Jewel’s chest. Was she really going to go through with it? Did she really plan to give her virginity to this hard rocking, or should that be rock hard?, she thought, stifling a giggle, man next to her? What would his penis look like…Thick? Big? Certainly larger than Randy’s…, Randy was only eleven after all. Besides, the last time she had seen her young cousin’s penis he had been about seven. Thought of the little cousin she may not see again brought a mist to her eyes. She had always been fond of the boy whom she had babysat practically since he was an infant. Randy’s trusting smile and the love that shone from his little face when she would read him to sleep… Stop it! she admonished herself, taking a cleansing breath of the night air. Concentrate on Rick and tonight. Randy’s fine with Aunt Peggy and Uncle Dave. It’s me I need to worry about. The delicious smell of someone nearby frying chicken caused her stomach to rumble.
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Filthy
Blue Diamonds - Chp 1
She was cold and hungry. Rachael had told her where to go and where the right room was, but it was up to Julie to avoid getting busted. She had to get in first - that wasn’t so hard. All she had to do was find a lonely single guy and attach herself to him until they got inside. Once inside she would excuse herself to go to the restroom then she would get lost in the crowd. Of course finding a way to get backstage would be a little more difficult.
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Chapters
Venemous Huntings - Chp 2
For the beginning go to: https://todaysurvey.today/filthy/venemous-huntings ********************************************* The taxi ride to the Monterey Suites was a blur of flashing lights and humid wind. Vixen watched the traffic fly by. The glare of headlights was punctuated by the sound of car horns and the occasional blast of bass from someone’s overly loud radio. The people hustling by on the sidewalks were a garish riot of psychedelic colors as the neon lights bathed them in a continuous strobe of riotously fluctuating illumination. Watching them, the girl ruminated on what she was about to do. Going to a hotel room with a vampire. Maybe have sex. What about when or if he gave in to the idea of trying to turn her? What then? Did she want to live forever at the cost of her humanity…, her friends and family…, the sun?
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Filthy
Venemous Huntings
Nostrils flaring as he breathed in the too human smells of blood, sex, sweat, and desperation mingled with stale cigarette smoke and booze, the vampire searched the crowded mass of gyrating prey. These dark little bars full of desperate people looking for affection and human contact were perfect places to hunt for victims. There! The lithe little brunette with the page boy hair cut. The girl had been coming in for the past few weeks, but always alone. As far as he could tell her status so far had remained the same when she left, usually at closing time. No boyfriend… or girlfriend… as far as he could determine. A loner; nice curves, pert breasts not overly large, long silken throat… Oh yes. Perfect, he thought.
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Filthy
Tongue In Groove
TONGUE IN GROOVE A STAND UP COMEDY ROUTINE BY: ANDREW C. MCDONALD Hey folks. I’m Andrew McDonald and I’m from Palm Bay. Ever heard of it? Central Florida on the East coast. Most people hear what they think you said so they pore the maps until they find Palm Beach. Well, never mind – less tourists cluttering up my town then. Still, as far as Palm Bay goes I’m here to tell you – I’ve looked around and sure enough there’s Palms all over the damn place – after all, it’s in Florida. But where the hell is the Bay? There’s a river – that’s easy to find by the smell CAUSE THAT THING STINKS, especially in the summer – but I haven’t found the bay yet. …
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Humor
