"Only one more appointment, Mr Westgate! " Rosie sang in her nasal sing-song voice. She grabbed at her bag haphazardly, kicking her chair under the desk. "I've got to go and finish the cannelloni for my Alfonso!" Patrick Westgate sighed, running his large hands over his shaved head to massage his temples. He knew a migraine was on the way. Rosie was his sec...
17 Juillet 1917 The first thing he was aware of was pain. Then came light, but, at first, he thought it had something to do with the pain. Perhaps he was in a fire. But that wasn’t the case. There was an acrid smell, he was wet, his head hurt and the pain seemed to come strongest from his crotch. He gasped, but very little breath came. He put his hands to...
"I'm sorry I won't be there for Valentine's Day," Patrick said. "It's okay." Hayley wasn't happy, but this was the price of dating a trucker. "I know you'd be here if you could. And I know you'll be thinking about me." "Always, honey," Patrick said. "I miss you. But I'm always thinking about you when I'm not with you. I'm there, even if I'm not. You know w...
Benjamin watched the next band set up. It was a brass quartet, the fifth group he saw so far that day. He called Patrick to tell him to hurry. "Hi. It's Benjamin. I'm near stage with the brass quartet. They are about to start. Where are you?" "Hey Benjamin. I'm at the hot dog stand. I can see you from here. I'll be with you in a minute," Patrick replied. B...
Lindsey stood naked in front of her full length mirror, trying to decide what to wear. Everything had happened so suddenly she hadn't had time to think straight. Two hours ago his parents had shown up and said they were taking the kids for the night, and that Patrick had an evening planned for them. She'd quickly packed some clothes for the overly excited ki...
Patrick was driving west. He had no destination in mind, he just needed to get away from the stresses of his life. As he navigated through the beautiful scenery, his thoughts drifted to Caroline. They had met and shared incredible passion that rocked him to his core. During their visit, they made love on the beach, the pool, her car, in the park, and in her...
Patrick Conner ran his hand across the well worn railing that surrounded the old house's wide veranda. As president of Archer and Sons, the construction and demolition company that his grandfather, Thomas Archer, had founded, the forty-three year old had an almost reverent appreciation for the care that had gone into the construction of the Victorian era str...
Patrick gazed at his beautiful, naked wife as she spread her legs for him. Kneeling by her side on the bed, he caressed her slim waist. His hands brushed up her side tenderly. Patrick bent down to kiss Francis's swollen, dark nipples. By this time next year, they would be flowing with milk. She moaned at the feel of his tongue against her left areolas. Oh ho...
Stuck on a boring conference call in my office, I found myself daydreaming while looking at my calendar. August already, wow! It was hard to believe that it had been almost a year since Patrick and I had gotten married! What with the whirlwind romance and laughably short engagement, I'd only actually known him for about 14 months. But there hadn't been a sin...
The video taping was over much to Patrick's relief, he felt like a prisoner being interrogated as Veronica and Eustace fired questions at him, all that was missing was the bright light hanging above his head and his hands being tied behind his back. He didn't even bother to ask what they thought, they would only tell him that it was too soon and that they'd...