This is a continuation of 'The New Assistant' and 'The Artist and the Cop.' It does not matter if you've not read the other stories, but it might help a little. There is a tragedy at the very start of this story which is about a grieving woman and her young friend. Then it becomes a simple love story. It includes two people who are under eighteen at the begi...
I learned something when I wrote the first few chapters from Jody's point of view...she bossy. Like ridiculously bossy. I had zero intention of writing anything else from her point of view after I did the missing year, but she wouldn't shut up in my head. So, now you have their entire story from her side. With the rest done from her POV you get a new side of...
I'd planned on having this story out months ago but I've had some health problems which delayed the writing. To add to my woes, a few days after I started writing again my computer crashed and I had to wait a couple of weeks before it was replaced (fortunately I'd backed up the work to date). Anyway, back in the saddle again. In my story 'Twilight Time', N...
Perfect soppingwetpanties This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years or older....
INTRODUCTION: This is a romance, a love story. Love is a mysterious force; A force that is blind to gender, uncaring of any person's sexuality, relentless in it's tenacity to bring souls together so that lives might be more complete ... more satisfying ... more filled with joy. In this iteration of a love story, the lovers happen to be two women of very diff...
This story has a special meaning for me, and I hope you like it. I still cry at the end of it. PART ONE The Jaguar broke down half way between Albany and New York, a gray day, gray sky, smell of rain in the trees. And Beth thinking: Not here, not here in the middle of nowhere. She sat behind the wheel in the parking lot of a windblown rest stop, people wi...
--Preface-- Once again, thank you all for your feedback and comments -- they are what motivate me to keep writing! This one took a while to get across the finish line, so thank you for your patience (and encouragement!). This story has been percolating in my head for a while, and when I heard Paul Simon's Graceland on the radio one day, the lyrics helped m...