Chapter 24 ConfessionalCarmen entered the conference room; Lauren was the only one there, reviewing her notes, sipping a soda, and eating a Nutter-Butter from the vending machine down the hall. "Cookie?" she said, pushing the pack toward Carmen, who sat down beside her. "You smooth talker, you," Carmen said, taking the last one. "So, how is she?" Lauren as...
Chapter 10: The Aftermath The invitation had come as a surprise. Sandra Wilson had almost refused, but that would have been unwise, she decided. After Saturday's Gala party, she needed to understand why Donald Appleby wanted to see her. It was unlikely the businessman knew her true identity, so that pointed to her modelling audition, or an outside chance th...
Martin sat alone in a small interrogation room. The large wood table with the two empty chairs on the opposite side of the table were all the furnishings in the room. The humiliation Martin had suffered as he was brought through the police station, the giggles, sneers and staring were still fresh in his mind. Though he was told he was not under arrest, he fe...
Mrs Pardoe's heart pounded like steam-hammer as she made her way to her room. It had been such a long time since she'd had a young girl to herself, to take command of, to admire and to love, and she knew Mrs Amos's niece Lizzie was a real doll. On the way she passed the Joanna television-person ensconced with Gloria in the stair well of the third floor, bot...
"Is forty really old?" I asked myself while standing in front of the dresser mirror trying my best to suck in those extra two inches. Glancing at the hair, there was no grey, not even a hint and except for just the slightest, tiniest crow's feet coming out of the side of my eyes, there were no wrinkles. Twelve ounce curls and Charlie's Barbeque once a week w...
Chapter 37 First Public Offering Michael had to stop to see Mr. Foley before he could see his beloved Gabriella. He knew that if he put off his financial problems any longer his worry over them would preoccupy him and ruin his first visit with her. He hated asking Mr. Foley for any portion of the lottery money, but the idea of asking him for a loan eliminat...
The Mountain By The Sea Mary had seen pictures, and any number of movies and television shows, but nothing had prepared her for the glory of a New England October. From the back window of her apartment she had always enjoyed the view of the harbor, but for the first time she came to appreciate the sight of the gently rolling hills on the other side of the w...
Jesse sat nervously in the waiting room of the opulent office. He was there for a job interview as a personal assistant. Now at six foot tall with 220 lbs of football hardened muscle he did not fit the description of a personal assistant, but the advertisement on line had been pretty specific about the qualifications for the position and they were looking fo...
I went home that night in a foul mood. I caught every red light possible, every moron who's ever driven a car in his life was in my way and I had decided that the stuff people talk about in LitErotica stories about wiring up their houses for video and audio and all that were horse shit. I'd paid a visit to Frys Electronics on the way home and that shit is ex...
The passenger jet taxied from the terminal, carrying away Mary's reason for living. The tears she held back a few minutes ago now streamed down her face. "Excuse me. Is everything all right?" Startled, Mary swiped her cheek with a palm. "Yes. I'm fine." In a whisper, the cultured voice said, "Parting is such sweet sorrow." She laughed, turning toward the...