Andrew C McDonald
Bio
Andrew McDonald is a 911 dispatcher of 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
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Dick Dodgers SFPI - Chap 3. Content Warning.
What in the DICKens are EWE up to now, Dodgers? **************************************************************** Please note that the below campy sci-fi adventure romp is the 3rd chapter in the ongoing saga of Dick Dodgers, Space Faring Paranormal Investigator. Be warned; some prefer to refer to him as that Silly Fracking Penile Investigator. Regardless, the reader response here has been quite good. If you are just stumbling in from a flit around the Quantum Graves Arm of our neck of space, you should first check out the 1st 2 chapters.
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Fiction
Puns Intended. Content Warning.
ESTABLISHING A BEACHHEAD Any of you guys live near the ocean? Maybe a river or a lake? If so, I’m sure you’ve probably at some point taken a date from dinner and a movie to dancing … to the shore. A long walk on the beach is so romantic. Take off your shoes and walk along the edge of the water where the surf can lap softly around your toes. Put your arm around your girl and walk quietly along listening to the whisper of the water and the calls of the birds. If you’ve planned the timing right there’s a gorgeous full moon bouncing luminescent rays off the gently rolling surf. At some point you stop and put your arms around her waist, stare into her eyes, maybe use a soft touch to gently move an errant lock of hair back from her forehead… At this point you may have used a sappy line such as “All the wondrous beauty of Mother Nature can’t compare with the luminous beauty I see when I gaze into your eyes.” Come on guys, admit it, you’ve tried this approach. Or, if you’re not given to the sappy romantic stuff maybe you say something closer to “DAMN BABE! YOU ARE SMOKIN’ HOT!” Whatever works for you man. DON’T LET HIM KID YOU LADIES! He has the same goal at this point as that of the ALLIED Troops during the Invasion of Normandy on D-Day during WWII… HE’S CONDUCTING AN AMPHIBIOUS ASSAULT WITH THE AIM OF ESTABLISHING A BEACHHEAD. Let’s face it guys. Honestly, isn’t BEACHHEAD what every guy hopes happens at the end of that romantic stroll along the shore? If you brought a blanket along you may even get some serious WOODWORK done.
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Fiction
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