The sunshine that rested gently against the leather couch of my office signaled the halfway point of my day. April clearly intended to erase the pain and torture that January unleashed after an unrelenting November and December. Spring was in the air and my patients were clearly enjoying the season. I'd decided the previous summer that I'd give up the pace o...
Per a fan's request: "The data on this next slide compares the 'conservative forecast', shown in yellow, generated by our proposed business model versus a flat, 'worst-case', industry growth curve as shown in black. The purple indicates our anticipated growth with the impact of the Asian markets factored in. You've seen the preliminary data from the Europea...
It was still quite warm and humid in Singapore as Fanshawe of Harris, Burton and Fanshawe got out of the taxi at the Raffles Hotel. It had been a long haul from the airport, not because of the distance, but the amount of traffic on the roads of such a relatively small island. He was expected, thank God and as he registered the Indian receptionist handed him...
Most women say that the best sex is makeup sex. Most men myself included would have to say that revenge sex is the best. You cannot find or even buy sex that good at any price. When a woman tells me she wants to have revenge sex I am more than willing to overlook a lot of physical and personality short comings in fact I usually give her an extra 2 to 3 point...
This is a further instalment in the 'Eve' series. Though the tale stands alone, for characterisation and story development, readers may first wish to check out 'Eve's Drops' and 'Eve's Temptation' by the same author. * The working week having finally ended, we congregated outside Waterman's waiting for the minibus to take us to the annual barbecue. Shirts,...
I knew she was trouble when she walked onto the shop floor. There was a "don't mess with me" attitude about her that belied her small stature and would be out of place here. Not that she necessarily would instigate trouble, mind you, but that trouble would sniff her and break out all over the place. "Uh, I'm not sure this is the place for you, hon," I mutte...
He walked slowly towards her. Each step he made joined in the rhythm of the thumping in her chest. He wore his hair in an adorably rumpled messy way, running his fingers through them nonchalantly as he neared her. She noticed his shirt unbuttoned three holes down and slightly open at the collarbone, giving her a good view of the protruding muscles on his sho...
DISCLAIMERS: Mermaid Pond is a fictional place and not based on any factual location. Crystal is a one-shot fictional character. This story does not feature any actual mermaids. beep...beep...beep... The alarm on the watch pressed against my ear dragged me into wakefulness. Lifting my cheek off of the sand, I took a moment to stand up and get my bearings....
He was sitting at table in the outdoor cafe in Manhattan's Bryant Park, busily reading something, his iPhone set neatly on the table. He had no coffee as of yet, which indicated he was being a gentleman and waiting for me to arrive before ordering. But he was reading, which indicated he was just fine on his own in the event I didn't show up. Oh this was not...
I have just checked into my hotel and am about to go up the elevator to my room and I am standing in the lobby waiting for those stainless steel faced doors to open. The bell rings with each floor it stops at as I wait for it open for me. A long flight to Vancouver from Montreal and all I want to do is get undressed, take a shower and get into bed. I have a...