This is the third instalment of the series. The second one I titled An Island Reemerges, since it takes place somewhere else entirely. The setting of this particular chapter is fictional and all resemblance to actual places or people is coincidental. The next segment is a direct continuation of this story. The dusty red-white Sooner Bus Company coach bega...
Arabella had come to the city not long after her mother's funeral. Her death from the cancer that had consumed her, had given both mother and daughter a merciful release from the misery that had plagued both their lives. The move to the city had been a decision on her part to get away from the sadness and pitying glances that she received from neighbours and...
I liked Amy from the first day I met her. She looked like a typical Jersey Girl; tiny (barely five feet tall), slender and tanned, with long, wavy brown hair and big brown eyes and immaculately polished nails. She was in fact from some small town in central New Jersey. She acted, however, nothing like the stereotype: she was fiercely feminist, soft spoken, s...
Miranda had just finished the worst week of her advertising career. Having always been the company's "go to girl," this week's failure was particularly difficult. She had been working on a major account proposal and had put together three possible campaigns...sure to please even this client – the most difficult one. The presentation day had finally arrived...
I remember the exact moment that changed my life...for the better. My husband and I - he's named Stephen but everyone calls him Skip - were at a high school graduation party for one of our neighbor's sons. It was a beautiful June night, and there was a tent set up in their backyard, with white lights, a buffet and a bar. They had a DJ for the kids, who would...
Note: The first story in this 'series' is "Danni Gets Her Wish." You don't really need to read it to understand this one, but I might write more stories that involve previous ones I've written. This story is told from Danni's roommate's perspective. * The only way I can think of to accurately describe her is trashtastically gorgeous. She strolled into our...
Dawn nearly jumped out of her seat when the door opened. She felt like she'd been sitting there so long that she'd forgotten she was ever going to see a doctor at all; the arrival of another person seemed almost like a sudden, unwelcome surprise, just as she was finally getting used to the peace and quiet of the examination room. It took her half a second to...
(Pre-emptive apologies to anyone fluent in Italian who winces at any mistakes I've made with Bellissima's Italian dialogue; your only consolation should be that there isn't much of it.) (Many thanks to Lady Ru'etha, whose podcast added verisimilitude and--always--inspiration.) * Sarah looked up at the dress, wondering exactly how much it cost. In a bouti...
Louise knocked on the door. A few seconds later, knowing that she hadn't given Rhonda nearly enough time to answer her knock but not able to stop herself, she knocked again, practically hammering away in her urgency...no. 'Urgency' wasn't strong enough. 'Desperation' was a better word. Louise clung to the doorframe as she knocked, feeling like she could bare...
Cassandra and I had only been together for less than a month. You know how it is. Those first few weeks of wild, crazy love when you can’t get enough of one another. We were both eighteen and sex was still a new, forbidden thing of wonder. Our bodies were each, for the other, like untested carnival rides. We fucked a lot. I mean, a lot. My Dad worked days an...