Preface: It is not imperative, but helpful that one reads Chapters 1-6 to help grasp the personalities of characters in this story. The next few chapters will still be listed as "My First Time Out"; however the name of the entire book of chapters is now "WHITE LIPSTICK". Credits and special thanks go out to Andrea for sharing her ideas and thoughts. WARNI...
I wrote this story for Tiffany. Thanks for all your help, Tiff. I hope you're pleased with the outcome. Chapter Five Yoko's telephone call this afternoon had come as a surprise. So did her invitation to tonight's dinner. There was a purpose behind the sudden arrangement, she'd said, something to do with an important client who had unexpectedly arrived i...
Chapter 5: A Whole New Ballgame Almost everyone arrived early for the Friday morning board meeting. We all appeared to be anxious to get on with deciding what needed to be done with Orient Pacific Imports when Mr. Yee Fung was no longer able to carry on. No one appeared more ready or prepared than Charlie. She had brought a package the approximate dimension...
She unstuck herself from sleep. Light was glowing round the edges of the blind and she pushed it up, yawning. Her eyes narrowed as the plane tilted and she caught the full glory of the sunrise; an infinity of Atlantic below, glinting and flashing in the light, and on the east horizon the joy of morning. Light diffused sideways by low white clouds into a fain...
I held my vodka-and-grapefruit juice in front of me, aware that I was closing myself off through body language, but unable to help myself. Perhaps when this drink is inside me, I thought, I can relax a bit more, but for the moment I held my glass like a shield in front of my 34D chest, which at the moment felt all too exposed by my low-cut dress. And it was...
Chapter 1 I stepped out of my office as the crowd ran past. I heard gunfire and yelling as I asked one of the people what was happening. "It's an attack!" "Call the cops!" "I saw Cheetah and Captain Boomerang robbing the Federal Reserve!" As I called the police and let my coworkers know we might have to evacuate, I heard the sound of a jet fly right out...
The Truest Revenge "Eric. I need to have a word with you," said my boss with a firm look on his face. "Have a seat." The frown which he normally wore was widened today. "There seems to be a problem." "What sort of problem?" "You." I stared at him with shock, I was a perfect employee. "Me?" I asked in horror. "Don't give me that bullshit, Eric. This is t...
I awoke early the next afternoon, trying to scratch my arm and blocked by my bracers, moaning as I rolled out of my waterbed. I felt like something the cat drug in, half alive, half dead. I made it to the bathroom and realized I at least looked like what I felt. The mark on my arm was an angry red, the skin that oddly smooth scar tissue that only bad cuts de...
Chapter 6: Julie Pays the Bills, Part I For nearly a year I had been living as the Gifted Grifter, and I was getting into an established routine. I would travel to Vegas or Atlantic City under an assumed name, betting horses and sports during the day, using my mindreading glasses to pick up tips from knowledgeable bettors. At night I would hit the poker roo...
I couldn't believe what I was doing. This was by far the most spontaneous thing I'd ever done. I was sitting in the departure lounge at London's Gatwick Airport awaiting the call to board the plane. My destination was to be Detroit, Michigan, USA. Having reached the end of a university course, I was very used to travelling alone, what with driving back and f...