The small audience assembled in the chamber -- scarcely a dozen ladies and gentlemen -- had fallen silent. Before them, a single musician gently pulled his bow across a brick of rosin. Looking at him, one could scarcely believe that he spent his every moment in the company of nobility and the well-to-do. He was thin and wiry with a perpetually disheveled app...
"So, no regrets?" Vanessa asked. Two weeks had passed since the events at the cabin. Vanessa hadn't heard from the young couple since they all left the morning after. But with the kids once again staying with their grandparents for the weekend, she decided to check in on Tim to see how he was handling this. It felt like her mentoring duties. They met at a d...
It had been a normal Saturday morning until the phones started ringing. Cyril had been trying to consume a sufficient amount of painkillers to get through the morning. Lydia was cleaning the kitchen. Dylan was over, doing a few hour's work. First off was a client of Lydia's. They wanted her to do something for her by Monday morning. She argued that she'd al...
Behind her cat's eyes glasses her green eyes were blazing. A note of half suppressed hysteria flavoured her voice as she issued orders. She sounded ardent, metallic, possessed. She was in fact a mad genius, driven by her own quasi-religious vision. Miss Cuff was in charge- very, very much in charge- and her project, this school production in which boys wore...
No money, no choice The Auction House was known as just that, as it was vital to keep its identity confidential. It handled a specialist sale, where bidders were there by invitation only. No letters, cards, or advertising was needed. Emails were sent at the last minute to discerning clients, informing them of the time and place. Those in the know held on...
Chapter 4 The next morning after getting myself dolled up, I headed in to the office. As I logged on to my computer, I saw that Natasha sent me my first appointment. Apparently Anya was out again, so I was to report to Mr. Kelly's office at 8:30, and to text Natasha when I got done. The last time I saw Mr. Kelly, I had my pretty red lips wrapped around his...
The day was Tuesday. The time was almost 10.00 a.m. and Becky's children were at school. Her husband, Mike, would be at his desk in the City, his eyes locked on his computer screen. Her neighbour, an older man, Jeff Miles, should be home by now, looking anxiously at his watch. It was time for the daily ritual. Time for her to exhibit herself for her peeping...
Note: This story is kind of a follow-up to the story called "Roxanne." #### So, there I was a 100+ miles from my home town in 15 degree weather dumped unceremoniously at a truck stop in rural Iowa. I had less than 16 bucks in my pocket, a single change of clothes and a jacket that wasn't nearly up to the task of battling the elements. It was rapidly appro...
Standing naked in front of her closet, Alison held a small bottle of moisturizer in her hand, looking at her clothing options with a growing level of panic. Today was her first day at her new job, at her first real job ever really. When she had woke this morning, the nervousness she had been feeling over the past few days had blossomed into a feeling of an...
Their first encounter was brief, but electric. It was a meeting to spawn a lifetime of memories. Melony had stopped at the local supermarket to make a few purchases before heading home after a very long day at work. Impossible customers, difficult bosses. She'd had about enough and just needed to put her feet up, chill for an hour and drink a lot of somethin...