We woke early. I had slept well, and on rising slipped away to the Synagogue to pray. As I knelt I heard a voice: "Why do you seek me here child? Do you not know where I am to be found?" Then I heard another voice, one I had heard before: "It is time to complete your journey!" It was the Holy Virgin Then came a third voice, one I recognised as she began...
Have you ever noticed how much you can see in the dark once your eyes become accustomed to it? I made this discovery at 3:17 a.m. as I lay in my hotel bed, wide awake, reviewing what had just happened and reflecting on how my life had changed. The blinking red light on the fire alarm on the ceiling; the thin, vertical slits of light that penetrated at the e...
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...
The days sped by and Princess Rosebud thought that if she didn’t have Velvet, she would fly apart. Her father kept Velvet busy with preparations for the wedding and Sir Gordie needed her to help with the security details. She felt as if she were dying, as if it was only a matter of time before she would be attending a funeral – her own. Oh, Velvet. Only six...
Tashkent, Uzbekistan- Yara arrived in the grim ex-Soviet Central Asian republic, at a time when she was still exploring her sexuality, and Uzbekistan did not look like a great place to explore it. She had spent three months in Israel, where she had lost her virginity and in total had sex with 8 Israeli guys, 4 Israeli girls, 9 Palestinian guys and 3 Palestin...
-16- "Watcha' doing, Lynn?" Sami asked of me when she entered the kitchen area, reaching for a mug and the coffee pot. "Scrolling through the photos you've taken since we've been here," I said, my eyes studying the images on my laptop's screen. "Uh, have you gone through them all yet?" She asked, a bit of concern on her face. "If you mean, have I seen th...
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What does an MP's wife do? On the whole, in my case, as I am told. With my husband, Archie, settling in well as a junior Minister, life entered into a routine. My maid, Annie, and myself would spent most week-ends in Manchester, with me working hard to serve the interests of Archie's constituents in Oldham West. During the week we'd spend our time at our ho...
The period in the aftermath of the Great Exodus, as the Jews called the setting up of the new enclave, was the happiest of my life. Politically, the Sultan was happy with the campaign, and why should he not have been? He had fresh territories and sources of revenue with no effort on his behalf, and the eastern part of the Empire was stable. The reorganisati...
What was it, I wondered, that an MP's wife did? Of course no one, me included, had expected Archie to win the seat. My father-in-law was a powerful voice in the House of Lords, and Mr Baldwin needed his support, so arranging for Archie to stand in some God-forsaken northern industrial constituency was a sort of quid pro quo. In the 1923 General Election Lab...