One of the great things about living single in Manhattan is the over-active social scene. There are bars, clubs, parties here to cater to any desire imaginable, cuisine from all over the world, and the world's best entertainment options. Of course, this scene draws visitors like moths to a flame. Case in Point: Amy and Michelle. My company's budgeting proces...
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,...
This is a continuation of Whom You Least Expect, I strongly suggest you read that story first then read this one (it's edited in American English finally). This is one of the hardest things I had ever done; trying to give a second part to what I believed was a finished story. All around I tried to maintain the same light mood from the original, and keep the...
Tara Myers picked up her five year old son from kindergarten and tried to listen to him chatter about his day as she drove to retrieve the baby from her mother's, but her mind was not on crayons and playground adventures. Rae had not called last night. All night long, Tara had lain on the uncomfortable fold-away bed and stared at the ceiling, trying to convi...
This is Chapter 7 of the Art Teacher Romance Series. I think this story benefits if you, the reader, know a little bit about the background of the two main characters, Terry and Anne. I recommend that you read at least one of the prior chapters; and I hope you will be inspired to read them all. Also, you might enjoy the "Art Class with Julie" series which a...
Who is that girl? Kirsty thought as she looked across the college bar she regularly frequented, sipping her bacardi and coke. Intrigued she stared long and hard as the pretty brunette strutted towards the dance floor, her short, purple dress hugging her petite frame perfectly. Now Kirsty knew she wasn't doing too badly in the looks department herself. She l...
It was New Year's eve; 31st December is cold in New Delhi, India but if you know the right people - and sometimes even if you don't - it can be a wild and fun evening. But for me it wasn't. It was cold alright, but I sat alone in the company guesthouse - a three bedroom sprawl in one of the city's upscale localities - drinking dark rum mixed with warm water...
April When I got back from taking Gerri to school and dropping Brian at his play school, a moving van was parked in front of the Adams place, two doors down. Of course it was no longer the Adams place. Since it was a warm spring day, I thought a pitcher of lemonade would be a good introduction to the neighborhood. The woman who was standing on the sidewalk...
The following story is fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental. "To be one's self, and unafraid whether right or wrong, is more admirable than the easy cowardice of surrender to conformity." (Irving Wallace) "To see the right and not to do it is cowardice." (Confucius) k.d. lang, her voice like a bell, was going crazy imitat...
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...