Ireland, 1987 When Suzanne handed over her references, Pauline made a face and tore them up. 'We won't be needing them. Can you start this Saturday?' Don stared at his wife before starting to laugh. 'I reckon you're hired,' he said. His handshake was firm, traces of wetness beneath talcum. Suzanne had no idea what age he was. Late thirties, maybe. A...
"Geoffrey, I'm so sorry about Felicia, if you need someone to talk to, I'm here for you," Francine Charbonneau said softly, and she gently laid her hand on her friend Geoffrey Darrell's arm. Geoffrey shrugged and looked at her, smiled faintly and then looked out the window. They were on the crowded number eight OC Transpo bus leaving downtown Ottawa, Ontario...
Nicolas Brandon sahs im Flieger nach Amerkia und dachte darüber nach was als nächstes passieren würde. Er dachte aber auch darüber nach was bisher so alles passiert war. Er dachte über die Konsequenzen seiner Handlung nach. Er wusste natürlich so in etwa was denn passieren könnte, aber man kann ja nie wissen. Man kann die Situation einfach nicht einschätzen....
Quick Note: I don't have an email address right now. My old one doesn't work. So, if you've tried to email me in the last 2-3 months, I haven't gotten it. ***** Continuing Book 1: Cheating. This Part 7 continues the flashback from Part 6. Jen hated herself, despised herself. Many times the next week she thought about calling Mike and breaking up. Not beca...
Es war Sommer und sehr heiß als Nicola durch die Fußgängerzone ging. Sie spürte die Sonne auf ihrer Haut, auf den freien Stellen ihres Körpers, da wo die Haut nicht von ihrem weißen Sporttop oder ihren langen blonden welligen Haaren geschützt wurde, wärmend und manchmal fast brennend. Um diese Zeit waren immer sehr viele Leute unterwegs, dass war ihr in den...
My name is Kal and I was once known as Hercules, the God of Strength among the deities of the ancient Greek Pantheon. Anyone looking at me would see a tall, good-looking man with light bronze skin and pale green eyes in his early twenties. I currently inhabit the body of a former devotee of mine. Jared Floyd, a young man with amazing talents who hails from...
The fall day could not be more glorious. The sunshine and warmth the last vestige before slipping back into the gray. A weekend getaway in the City of Lights. The eventful overnight flight from the City That Never Sleeps chronicled in Belle Ch. 02. . . . The black Mercedes sedan reached the conclusion of its forty-five minute journey from Paris Charles de...
Opposites attract, and that makes for wonderful fun, I think. Take my wife Jeannette Saint-Jean and me for example. We couldn't be more different from each other yet we're passionately in love. I was born on the island of Haiti in 1967. My parents, Louis and Marie Cavalier moved to the City of Montreal, province of Quebec, in the summer of 1972. I attended t...
Plaintively, I said, "Boh, you've been here for four days, and you're still naked. Don't you want to get dressed and go out?" "Why?" she answered, sprawled on my couch, one leg on the floor and the other flopped up against the back, which posture made it very obvious that she'd enjoyed my cock inside her a short time ago, since her labia were swollen and re...
Curled up in the middle of the massive bed, Kate wiped at silent tears spilling down her cheeks with the back of her hand. Her thoughts were fragmented, each vying for dominance in an overwhelming rush. Luc took life giving energy from sex, not just blood. Kate liked to think she wasn't the kind of girl that had sex with someone before the first date, but ....