Chapter 4 – Asserting Oneself The shallow stairs of the Metropolitan Museum were littered with people, even on a fall afternoon. Tabor kneeded her hands nervously as she stood awkwardly in her leg brace in front of the Gothic, monolithic Museum. "Shy, this is the worst museum. There are too many people." Shy quickly captured her elbows, not only to ush...
"Serena, viens ici ... dépêche-toi!!" "J'arrive, j'arrive!!" That was my first time seeing her. It was in the transport museum near Niort. She was an exchange student staying with her French family. American, unmistakably American. Oh yes, I spot her the first time, quickly, very quickly. Just my type. Attitude, plenty of attitude and those eyes, yes, thos...
Good afternoon and welcome to the museum. Have you come far? You look tired. Come in and rest awhile and let me tell you about the museum. You have long hair. These are the boxes and the envelopes. The stamps are over there . . . no . . . over there in the top right drawer of the dark-stained Edwardian desk. In those I meant to wrap, bale, box and ship th...
It's 9:00 P.M in the big city. The sent of smoke and car fumes fill the air. The moon shines dimly above the sky. The feeling of cold wind brushes past your skin. And the sound of nothing more than cars honking is the only thing you hear. "Mam," your henchman calls out, "It's time" You look down at the noisy city bellow. What'll happen to...
My internship is like nothing ordinary. As a psych major we're required to intern with a provider or company that is involved in the human condition. Usually that means a mental health clinic or hospital. Sometimes a pharmaceutical manufacturer. Myself and a few other fellow psych majors drew the lucky straw this year and we're interning at The Museum of Sex...
PART FOUR - BODRUM - 2 - After the grand international museums that Gabe and Saphy's mysteries had taken them to in London and Paris, the Halicarnassus Mausoleum Museum seemed inordinately small. In reality it was just a few rooms with what little statuary could be salvaged from the rubble outside and had not been taken away to somewhere like London's Brit...
Selina hated New York. It hadn't been so bad once. No worse than Coast City or Keystone, last time she'd been there. But that had been back when she was still a teenager. It'd changed since then. Most people blamed Giuliana, but Selina personally held Disney accountable. Them and six other megacorporations. Couldn't make money on a city with personality. Th...
It doesn't look as tacky as you expected. The walls are hung with dark purple silk and tastefully erotic pictures of nude bodies entwined. A marble sculpture of two ecstatic female angels fingering each other stands in the center. You smile, feeling warmth spreading between your legs. You were right to come here today. Then, you look upwards. The high ceili...
The next morning we continued our work and Jackson began to relay the second part to this latest story ... "Saturday morning Rose met Jennifer at the Tea Room at 10:00 as arranged. They had a cup of breakfast tea and a scone before heading east out of town. They stopped at an antique store, a produce stand, and found a nice little café for lunch. They chat...
Grant and Bennie were best friends sitting next to each other in Ms. Baker's English class. Graduation was near and couldn't come soon enough. Both of them failed a couple of years of high school and were damn near twenty. Fortunately, they decided to get back on course and their day was coming soon. Grant spent most of this time training for football, bas...