Max Dexler sat on the edge of his desk idly leafing through a collection of CV's. "Is this the lot Sue?" "Yes Dad" said Sue returning with two coffees. "They're a pretty sorry bunch, but there is one you might like." "And her name is?" "Grace Halifax Dad. The least qualified but weirdly the most appropriate." "Grace, Grace, Grace, ha here she is" said Ma...
The author kindly advises that this scenario contains descriptions of groupsex and graphic language and is only suitable for persons over 18 years old. Grace 3-The City Client Two weeks later Grace found a message on her phone. Alex told her the city client expected her in the evening noting the time and the address. Dressed in jeans and a jacket, Grace...
Dad was waiting for me when I got home, a little after 11:30. He was a little annoyed: I still had my own 11PM curfew on school nights despite being 18. He said "I know how much you like Grace. I remember what it's like not wanting to say goodnight when the time comes. But Henry, you have to be up early in the morning, and so do I. You have a curfew for a re...
Chili met Grace during his last semester of college at a university in Maryland, a couple months before he would graduate in the spring of 1978. He met her at his dorm, or 'mod' as it was called, which was pretty much known as party central around the complex. It was a very modern dormitory for its time: it was co-ed and consisted of apartments housing four...
Tatsu Island The gentle ocean waves made their way ashore, stroking across the beach like a lover's caress and washing away the recently made footsteps from the sand. The cries of the seagulls echoed through the air, and several of them landed on the beach to feast upon an unfortunate fish that had been washed ashore by the tide. One by one, the birds used...
Grace stood up from the couch and began to pace around the room. Amiiria watched as Grace stared at the floor, walking in circles. Grace looked to Amiiria's and paused in her pacing. "This... gathering...that is in four days... what is the purpose of it?" Grace asked as her eyes moved to Amiiria and then Natasha, who was typing away on her phone. "There a...
Grace threw all one hundred ten pounds of herself into the plow, clumsily guiding it as she plowed another furrow in the rich Oregon soil. She spoke to Jesse, the Belgian gelding pulling the plow, more for her own encouragement than to urge on the horse. At the end of the furrow, she stopped to catch her breath and opened her blouse to cool herself. Even tho...
Grace sat cross-legged in her oversized t-shirt staring out the window. The snow was coming down pretty thick now, and she took another sip of hot chocolate as she watched the swirling flakes from the 12th floor of her apartment building. Her phone suddenly buzzed, breaking the tranquility of a snowy morning. Checking the message, it seemed to come from an...
One morning after breakfast, Katherine stopped John outside the dining room and asked him if he would stop up at her apartment afterwards. She said she wanted to confide in him on a matter of importance to her. John queried, "In a half hour or so?" "Fine, John. I'll see you in a half hour," Katherine replied. John wondered what Katherine's concern was. She...
Chapter 8...breakfast... The moment Grace opened her eyes the next morning, the images poured in. She wasn't prepared for that torrent of memories, and they seemed to bypass her conscious mind and flow through body. They seemed to have their own life, their own energy, their own will, and as they coursed through her body, they whispered softly to each one o...