I sat cross legged on the floor in Jing's messy little bedroom. I looked into the mirror, trying to concentrate on getting my mascara right as Jing prattled on behind me. Her place was just on the outskirts of London, and I knew we needed to hurry to be on time. "And his jokes! He was always trying so hard, I felt like I was offending him every time I didn'...
For me, coming to terms with what I am was like being born. It was something that happened when I was naked, wet and crying. I'm not really sure what it was that got me to realizing it. A long string of dates with 'the hot guy' that always left me feeling... well, feeling something. What I'm not sure. It was in the less than warm afterglow of yet another o...
75-year-old female, pathological fracture of the humerus with suspected osteosarcoma. Which is to say: Phoebe's yaya Kalliope, cancer growing in her arm, eating away at the bone until it became weak enough to break as she dug out a garden bed. Phoebe called me on Monday afternoon. I'd just sat down for a catch-up with my manager Susan, having spent the mor...
"Just like that?" Jill asked incredulously. "Pretty much so, yeah," the blonde responded. "Depends on the woman of course," the brunette added. "And on how much she's had to drink," the small redhead behind the camera added with a smile. Jill took a swallow of her drink. She was sitting at her usual table at Natalie's Place. She'd been a regular ever sin...
This is the sequel to Alien Girls Find Friends, you'll enjoy it more if you know the girls and their background :) Alien Girls, Cousins What a yummy nap, Sally stretches, beside her someone's curves are buried in the sheets. Maybe not just one, she smiles suppressing a giggle. A mysterious cousin, my even more mysterious Alice mentioned. Seems strange,...
In part two we move forward as Jodie draws closer to Elaine and Imogen but there are other women on the horizon who show more than a passing interest in her. One is her boss, Vice Principal Graham and Jodie begins to feel herself being drawn back into the dating pool but there are still painful memories of Frankie lurking in the background as she contemplate...
I "Hurry up in there," Carmen shouted, watching the dressing room door with her arms folded. Jo had been in the dressing room for fifteen minutes shuffling around and fussing with clothes. Carmen tapped her foot on the floor impatiently, but a smirk was playing on her face. She was loving this opportunity to make Jo sweat. "I'm hurrying," Jo said from insi...
This story is a continuation of I'm Dating Our Mailgirl. The 1st 9 chapters of that story should be read first for context. All characters are 18 or older and are completely fictitious as is Seahawk Industries. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. MORNING BANTER TO BRING THE WEEK TO A CLOSE 9 and I awoke aroun...
Friday reminded me why it is that I hate Sydney summers. Sydney doesn't get any hotter than Melbourne, but it's a horribly muggy kind of heat. I was already getting sweaty by the time I got to the train station, and the forecast looked ugly: thirty-eight degrees, ninety-eight percent humidity. I was glad to get into the cooler air of the conference centre....
If I thought I'd been unprepared for seeing Gretchen again, nothing could have prepared me for walking back into the house I'd shared with the Baumgartners that week and seeing Mrs. B in her black bikini, smiling warmly and opening the door to my tentative knock. I'd spent the whole flight remembering that week in December, as I watched the snow covered gr...