Sitting alone up in the rectory, Dr. Angeline Trèsor looked bulletin that her secretary had put together with the volunteer group that got met at the end of the month to put a composite of recent events together. There were highlights and photos of the major events of week, important events for parishioners of the church, ending with various photos of the b...
Isabella picked up the document from Rimmerfors' desk to make the copies he had asked for. She swung round, twirling her pale reddish short skirt to reveal the backs of her thighs as she left the Head of Missions' office. She went straight to the media room at the far wall of the open-plan office, dodging around the two interns' desks, in the process swishin...
This story, while it stands alone, does not give the full description of Isabella. Please feel free to read previous stories to get the feel of her properly * Isabella and I had been dating quite some time and lately it seemed most of our dates seemed to be spent on the couch, cuddling and watching television. Not that those things are bad, because, they...
And so the days and nights passed at Johanna's home. With Sissy Slut gone, there were no slaves remaining who possessed any culinary skills. So Pomona took it upon herself to cook a fine breakfast every morning for Johanna, as a way to repay her for her hospitality. Pomona would wake early each day, fire up the wood stove, and cook a delectable meal of bacon...
As the Lincoln Town Car pulled up to the general aviation terminal at San Diego International Airport, Ria tried to contain her excitement and her nervousness. She was excited because this was all a new and quite glamorous experience for her. Up until the CIA paying for a commercial airline ticket for her from Cabo San Lucas to San Diego six weeks ago, she h...
I knew what I was getting into when I took this job. Isabella thought to herself as she knelt down in front of a man who was easily old enough to be her father, or even her grandfather. She was nineteen years old and he was a sixty year old bachelor as a maid. He'd been very specific, even in the add what specifications the maid needed. Only women needed to...
About half an hour later, James was tying Leo at the rail while Isabella placed a tall stack of pancakes on the table. He walked in and sat at the table, smiling up at her. "Yummy," he grinned. She pulled out the butter and some syrup, putting a plate in front of him. "Dig in, baby." He began to eat, looking up at her. "These are great, honey." They ate...
Rose POV As I'm getting ready for school, Mom is already up and ready for work. She's a single mother raising Ethan and I. I keep in contact with my dad, but he only cares about himself. My mom a supervisor at Faraldo Co. and are college friends with Andrew's parents. Ethan the little 11 year old devil is eating his cereal. Last week when we went to six fl...
"Come on you sturdy 'ol Bucket 'o Bolts! Suns down. It's time you got moving." Isabella's audio receptors decoded Jack's blunt request and immediately executed several subroutines to bring her systems out of hibernation. Before she could even reach for the charging cable snaking out from the small of her back, Jack reached behind her maintenance chair and r...
Richard's Grey Horse trotted down the crowded London streets, following the path of the mighty Thames. Low clouds hung delicately in the air, whipped into fluffiness by a light breeze as the knight took in his crowded surroundings. Tall, ancient and magnificent buildings rose up from the cobbled streets, sheltering the tinkers and tradesmen trying to sell th...