Author's Note: I could not write a story set in my country, New Zealand, without using words from the Maori language, especially as one of my main characters is Maori. I have included a glossary of the words used is at the end of Chapter 3 for those readers who are interested. And no, 'bach' is not a mistake. It is a word New Zealanders use for a holiday hom...
Summer should be a wonderful time. After a school year so hectic, so full of lectures and readings, papers and paperwork, needing 28 hour days but only having 24, using a survival technique that can only be described as academic triage--there's no way you can do everything that's expected of you, so you make choices, giving the squeaky wheels the grease and...
Authors Note: These stories are based on my life experiences. If you haven't read the first part of my story, I'd suggest that you do so... The names (or most of them) have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. By the way, in case any of you are wondering after the end of this story, the answer is: "Yes, Cheryl is still a part of my life – even if we...
Again, like with all my stories featuring my girlfriend Angelina and I everything is fact and nothing except names are changed. The previous story (Angelina: Night Out With The Girls) took place in August 2007. You don't need to have read it to enjoy this story, but you might want to read it after if you do enjoy this. This story is a flashback to a previou...
Landing at JFK served as my first wake-up call. The airport looked the same as it had when I was a teenage girl and the crowds were as demanding. I looked for a young woman carrying a sign with my name and I saw her in no time. She offered to help me with my bags and invited me in the back of the limousine. She got behind the wheel and drove me into Manhatta...
Dani stood quietly outside the heavy oak door. The brass plaque in the center seemed to almost glare back at her. She never imagined she'd be standing here, about to meet the head of one of the finest Political Science Departments in the country. Yet, here she was, about to stand face to face with J.D.Prescott. She'd read so many of his essays. Published in...
Chapter 1 Rushing through the halls of Hector Hall, I finally arrived to the small office occupied by Ms. D., my Essay as Social Commentary professor. Well, she is still a PhD candidate and probably barely grazing 30 but she was not one to mess with. Behind her back she was called Ms. "Needs the D." for her nit-picking when it came to grading. But there was...
While I was putting the final touches on my packing for our Caribbean dream vacation of a lifetime, the telephone shrilled. My live-in boyfriend, who was to accompany me, called to say he had a business emergency and would have to fly to New York tonight. He urged me to begin the trip alone, saying that he would join me in four days. I didn't particularly ca...
_For those who are unfamiliar with my stories, it's important to know going in that I don't write pure strokers. It takes a good long while to reach the juicy parts. Before a single boob is exposed, we need to get to know the characters and their setting, and why the encounters we're reading about are significant enough to warrant a story. The sexy parts hap...
"Ms. Colgan. I've finished grading this week's papers." "Thank you, you can set them on the corner of the desk. By the way, you're still coming tonight aren't you?" I was hoping she wouldn't remember. "I'm not sure. I was thinking about it. But I just don't know." "You know how much it would mean to me." "I know. And I appreciate the invitation. But." "...