December 2019 "Let's go-oooo..." Anya Taylor-Joy told me in a sing-song voice as she leaned her head to the side. "What for?" I asked, only pausing long enough to say it. Then I went right back to kissing her along the neck. "Because the party has already started," Anya said while looking up at the ceiling, desperately trying to resist the urge to get bac...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: You're welcome. *** Good food, a bottle of wine and a burning candle between us. I'd been looking forward to this for a long time. I looked at her from across the table and was captivated by her piercing green eyes. Her foot playfully brushed against mine under the table and she spoke in that soft, sweet voice of hers. "London is amazing t...
Mrs Reilly's Victorian-era house was considered one of the finest in Brewer: made of Kasota, the premier building stone of Minnesota, it featured colonial revival lines with an off-centre tower and Tudor arches. The attendance at the widow's afternoon tea was big, fully 30 or so ladies, all divorced or widowed Moms. And all so very well-dressed, in their w...