Author's Note Risk Versus Reward is a prequel to Girl Friday and focuses on the story of Karin, the 'H.R. Lady' who provided Charlotte's rather unique interview experience when she was hired. You do not need to read Girl Friday to understand what's going on in Risk Versus Reward. But if you enjoy this story, Girl Friday should most definitely be on your rea...
"We're... we're from the States," Kimmy stuttered shyly, trying to make conversation. After our first encounter, Rebekka and I began looking through the place she and her boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend, Mark had holed up, trying to find anything useful. They had chosen a small bakery and icecream parlour as their hideout and had moved pretty much all of the furn...
Writer's note: This is the first of a several-part series. Expect Pt. 2 soon enough. * Stephanie had always been curious about strip clubs. She knew what happened inside such establishments from second-hand sources and movies but wanted to see the action herself. She also wondered about something else: What was it about throwing dollar bills at ladies th...
She was not a girl you would normally ever, take a second glance at. Plain and drab, was what came to mind, if you did examine her. The only empty seat, was in the row behind her, and just to her right. I seated myself, and took out the books, that I thought I might need. New to the class, and knowing no one there, I glanced around, a quick study of my fel...
I don't want to be a lesbian but I might not have a choice. What am I going to do? I feel like I don't know anything anymore. My name is Halima Hussein and I am a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. If you saw me walking around wearing my long skirt and hijab, with my Koran tucked under my arm, you'd assume I was just a...
My insides felt like a black hole. A star that had burned too brightly, exhausted its energy, doomed to collapse endlessly in on itself until nothing, not even light could escape. You already know the story. Sandra and I met at a writing group I belonged to. She only ever made it to a few meetings, but I was hooked right from the start. She was a tiny, pixy...
Martine thrust a bite of scalloped veal into her mouth, chewed and swallowed quickly, then pointed her fork at Helen's lunch. "Aren't you going to eat any more of that?" Helen smiled wistfully down at her Caesar salad and shook her head. "I can't afford to have more than a morsel or two at lunch, dear. I can't burn it off the way you younger gals do." Mart...
I have been a ballerina for ten years though I have no intention of revealing where or with whom I dance. Ballet requires a conspiracy of illusion to be at its best and I'd prefer not to distract a potential audience with the knowledge that rather than being deflowered by Romeo this Juliet would prefer the embrace of a delinquent female from the corps de bal...
Before meeting Samantha, I had never expected to fall in love with a girl. We met in The Crown. It was a few weeks after Mark and I had finished, and I didn't know then that she had known Mark too. She was with her friends and I was with mine. I liked Sam as soon as I saw her. It wasn't a sexual thing. Not at first. She just looked like the kind of girl yo...
The suitcase sat open on the bed, nearly empty now as Laura put the last of her wardrobe away. It was a pair of pajamas-- the third pair she owned, and as these were her favorites she almost never wore them. They were emerald green, made of silk, with tiny white stars strewn throughout the fabric. She had received them as a gift from her brother three years...