The meeting has dragged on through the morning and into early afternoon. She's getting bored and drowsy, and her mind is beginning to wander. The client, Mr Haldane, is going on about something to do with architraves, but she is no longer listening. She squirms in her chair. The slick upholstery feels warm and sticky under her bare flesh where the tops of he...
For Mike I've never been to Arizona before. I've never even met someone from Arizona before. To be honest, I expected it to be all desert with a few cactuses here and there, and I expected his house to be in the middle of the barren sand. I watch too many Disney movies, don't I? Of course, as I stepped off the plane, I noticed the airport wasn't at all wh...
The place seemed so inviting, the open hearth and glorious red drapes, hardly your average pub. But so welcome after she had managed to miss the last rural service back to town. The light meal he had prepared for her was just delicious. Seared salmon so beautifully prepared, and so kind of him, as the kitchen was already long closed for the night. He had sa...
"You damn fool, turn that racket off! Come help me fix something to eat tonight," yelled Lisey up the stairs. "Lay chilly baby, you know old Live helps me get in a creative little zone," Stockton replied. Or at least she better understand, he thought to himself. He had gotten roughly three chapters into his new book before some writer's block set it, somet...
Peek in the shadow of my life. Come into the light of my mind as I give you a glimpse of my soul. What turns me on, you ask? Be careful what you ask. Can you really handle the answer? Yes, you say. Okay, sit back as I weave you a tale of what I desire. My tale will begin at a scene I once had. This scene will be for you to decide whether it was real or just...
Lisa was a skinny blond. Her hair was almost white and very thin. Her skin was just as pale. I saw her come in out of the rain one morning; she looked like a drowned Pomeranian. She had no hips that you could speak of. As a child we used to joke about women who were a perfect 36; 12-12-12. That was our Lisa. I worked for her father. He didn't own the comp...
Getting old doesn't happen overnight. It creeps up on you. For me, the memory is the thing. I can look for my glasses forever until I bend over and - plop - there they are, dropping onto the bridge of my nose from the top of my head, where I'd put them. And if I had a penny for every time I've walked into the kitchen and wondered just what I'd gone in there...
(By Author previously known as Wintermyst4) We are on an island. A person can rent it for a week. Just the two of us. It is night, the night sky is clear, you can see stars for miles. A warm breeze is blowing. We have spent the day swimming and just talking, getting to know each other , laughing and enjoying each others company. I smile at you then look a...
Our old friends, Suzanne and Dale, were having a big New Year's bash at their summer place at Lake Arrowhead. Since it was a long drive for most of their friends, we knew most of them would be staying overnight. With that in mind, we headed up early to stake a claim to one of the good spots. We got lucky and were able to nab one of the two guest rooms with i...
Rebecca got up the next day ready to set her plan into motion, she did not know how much it would take to get her son to walk the straight and narrow. After her normal morning routine of taking care of the baby, working out and breakfast was done she had to make a couple of calls. She called the nanny service and asked them to not send Christine over anymore...