I first met my wife Elizabeth at work, she was a waitress at a restaurant where I was a chef. She was younger than me by five years and at first we were just workmates, then after a few months and some banter and a few after work drinks she considered me a friend. After a few more months and then a night out where everyone drank quite a bit too much she ende...
"Jasmine, sweetie, you might want to scrub your feet before putting them up," Billie Wells said, a concerned eye on her lounging daughter's feet, perched on the faded lilac fabric of the armrest. "That's the couch Augusta Bennington gave to me." Jasmine moved to put her feet on the floor and the older woman's expression brightened as she went on, "Did I eve...
This is yet another tale in the Mailgirls's universe. It makes more sense if you've got some background in this milieu. I'm especially indebted to the works of Seahawk, LizStanton8181, and SliceReality which I have enjoyed tremendously. ***** Sunday Brunch Sam couldn't take his eyes off the two smoking hot women staring down at the breakfast buffet. Th...
Author Note: I've grown to like these characters, all of them, and I hope you do as well. As always, thank you for reading, and check out my author page for new and upcoming stories. ***** Music blasted his ears, and the scent of cigarette and cigar smoke assaulted his nostrils as he pushed through the ornate double doors. A random hip hop song with de...
*** -- CHAPTER 6: Hero -- *** FALL QUARTER, JUNIOR YEAR (November 2000) "So, some kind of party, wasn't it?" "Hmm?" Amber looked over at me with half-dead eyes to see that I'd fallen into step with her on the way to our Art History class. Her hair was pulled into a simple ponytail and I noticed her makeup was significantly lighter than usual. Instead of...