AWO12. – First assignment Amazing!! That was the only suitable word Anne could think of after having been through the new facilities in the impressive Wesner building. The reconstructions to meet Jean's requirements had been done in record time. Actually the estate administration had had a contractor at their beck and call for these kinds of client requests...
So, what do you expect from life? You put one foot in front of the other and on a good day you end up where you thought you'd be. Or is that the bad day? I keep forgetting. This day I ended up whisked away with strangers... people I knew through other people although the exact nature of the relationship between each and all of who knew whom was pretty subj...
AWO10. - Perfection for the field It had been four months. Four months of new insight and extended perspectives. Spring had turned into summer – and summer to autumn. So far Anne had been able to coordinate her normal, everyday life with the training sessions she attended at the institute. It had been a fantastic time, no doubt about that. She could feel...
Everyone in this story is 18 or older. This is chapter 2 of a longer story that I will hopefully be uploading here soon. Enjoy - Asyncronous ***** It was a couple months since that night with Anne. After that night everything seemed a bit awkward with Anne. She still hasn't told me herself that she's into women, but I know. I decided tonight was the night...
Note: Welcome to the fourth of five chapters! As usual, I'm so appreciative of the response I received for the last chapter – lots of good feedback and constructive criticism. Thank you so much, and please keep it coming! I'm still "learning the ropes" so to speak, so knowing what you like and don't like is important to me. Again, this is a story about fict...
AWO14. – Introducing Lana Anne was in the fashionable reception at Excelsivor at seven sharp. On Ms. Sommers' request she had dressed much more conservatively than at their first meeting. She had selected her most formal secretary suit, one especially chosen for her by her goddess Jean the day she started her part- time job. She sported a dark grey knee- le...
The locker room was always the most uncomfortable part of the gym. The smell of sweat and soap was normally dizzying, coupled with judgmental, jealous looks. The awkwardness of changing out of a one piece swimsuit with other women sneaking glances, and the occasional, sardonic "wow" from rubberneckers. Melinda, indeed, had a lot of "wow factor." In her earl...
I like to think I'm a nice person. I try to be that quiet-but-helpful girl people at least notice. But even after two years, I'm still basically "That Quiet Asian Girl Who Opens Doors for People". Oh crap, I didn't even introduce myself to you, and I'm already blathering about how crappy life is. My name is Rumiko Takahashi, and I'm 19 years old. I have ligh...
Note: All characters depicted in this story are 18, or older. I was just replaying last night's phone call with Liz in my mind when I heard the sound of my dad's voice disrupt me from my daydreaming. Liz had invited me and a few of our friends to hangout at a lake house that she had rented for three days to celebrate our graduation from high school. "Hey s...
"Good evening, Donna!" "Hi!" Donna flashed her very sweet smile at the guard by the door, who in turn graciously opened it for her to enter. Donna was a dancer in one of the clubs in Quezon City, and was considered as one of the stars in this particular club. Not only did she have a pretty face, her figure was something to whistle at despite her petite 5 f...