Tah-ta-ta-tah-tah—tah-tah. Tah-ta-ta-tah-tah—tah-tah. "Oh, shit! That's probably Jillian." Roused from a deep sleep by the familiar door knock rhythm, we jolted from bed. While the room was still well lit, the sun was descending. We'd slept much of the day away, something far too easily committed in the desert, we discovered. We quickly threw on what clo...
Bruges,(or Brugge as it spelled in Belgium) is pronounced Brooshz. It is an enchanted city and the inspiration for this story. * The streets of Brugge were quiet. Summer had settled in, and a blazing August had sent many Belgians to the shore in Oostende for holiday. Jillian Treger could hear the click of her heels echo on the centuries old cobblestone....
"Oh, gah, this is hot..." I slumped into my seat. I breathed deep and wiped my hand across my brow. "Fuck!" I hissed. Bee's head snapped up. "What?! What's wrong?" She asked wide-eyed. "Nothing. But I think I just burned my hand on the damn steering wheel. C'mon, get in, so we can get rolling and so I get the a/c going." The car's cabin was a furnace. Bee...
SEPT. 2003) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Jeffery Kilmer was an ordinary guy, he had graduated from Goodwin High School as “The Most Likely to Succeed” and had followed through on that prediction. At 37 years old, he had taken an old run-down building, spent a few dollars, and furnished it with meager office supplies to start a Public Relations Company. The company t...
We tumbled through the villa's door, our shopping bags careening off the entryway walls like drunkards in an alley. Closing the door, we set the bags around the room: Jillian's next to her travel bag by the bathroom; Bee's at the feet of the sofa's end table; mine, indiscriminately, by the sitting room chair. In silent, ingenuous unison, we began disrobing,...
NOTE: Sorry for the long gap, but here's the much-requested sequel to the first of Jillian's escapades! She can't help but up the ante this time, so I hope you enjoy it as much as she does. If you have any feedback, comments, or requests/suggestions, please let me know below. Enjoy! -- As she looked across the bustling store, Jillian couldn't help but feel...
"Ughh!" Jillian tosses her phone to the side of the bed in frustration. With a discontented sigh, she stands and walks to her mirror. "I'm just over this." She grumbles to herself as she fiddles with her hair. Her boyfriend crosses her mind, and she feels a pang of contempt towards him. She just wasn't happy these days ... Jillian was attracted to him at fi...
"Come on Dad!!" came his daughter's voice, from the driveway. She was already in the SUV waiting to go. Normally at 8am in the morning on a Summer vacation from college, Sally was still a bear, but this morning was different. This morning they were going on the adventure they'd been getting ready for, for 6 months! This weekend was race weekend! The big...
Reading Lisa's new e-mail, I knew that it would have to be now or never. We had been communicating for nearly a year now and for the last two months we had been discussing the possibility of meeting. We both knew what that meeting would consist of: Sex and more sex. When Lisa had first written to me, I had the sense that she was not completely happy with he...
It was a spur of the moment decision. Indian summer was giving way to fall. Jillian's hair was a mix of summer-bleached hues. She wanted to return it to her own rich brown-auburn shade. On a whim, she'd also bought a second color called "Pumpkin Spice" and graduated the color onto the bottom of her long wavy hair. Looking at the leftover coloring, she decide...