Don't think that I'm a stuck-up bitch until the end of this story, OK? I may have been at one time, but not now. However, to tell this story properly I've got to be straight even if it makes me – Trinity – seem conceited. I was a sociology major at a prestigious American University, with a minor in kinesthesiology. All through high school and at the start o...
"Lisa, he is going to kill you when he finds out you're using him for your graduate thesis." "Jackie, I'm not just using him for that...I think I actually like him." I sighed sadly. "If I could be sure he would still care about me, I'd tell him everything." "You've got enough research on your little social experiment; end it. Just tell him the truth and...
The kitchen is dark, angular, masculine, glinting stainless steel. It said contemporary. It said wealth. Presiding over the living room, an enormous fish tank, Caribbean aquatic wonders ablaze in vivid color, mouths agape, apparitions in a slow ballet. Julia would not forget Craig D'Amato's spectacular ultra-trendy apartment in the super-posh city centre. S...
"Ms. Winter! Shit! You scared the crap outta me. What are you doing here!" "Sorry for the fright Professor Lewrie. Your very delightful wife let me in. I said I had a meeting with you to discuss my senior thesis defence. She said she had to run out — work emergency — but to make myself comfortable in the living room. Then, I heard the shower so I thought I'...
Bob was on the last days of his Easter holidays. His final term at University would start on Tuesday of the following week. He had done a lot of revision work during the holidays and was confident that all his hard work would be fruitful. He was missing Kate; she was one of his lecturers, he had been having an affair with her for the last two years. She was...
These days, Xavier Martin couldn't help himself from walking around the place with a BIG grin on his face. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on who you were, he was a Jamaican gentleman, in the finest tradition of that phrase, and so when his friends asked him why he was so pumped, he wouldn't tell them a thing. The truth was that Xavier Martin, one of...
I must begin by defining the term Lit Wives. While not a Lit Wife, I would have no problem being one in most cases by what the husband DOES. Hopefully, I would not be one to do to my husband what the Lit Wives do. Once I provide my definition, you might question that statement, but I will clarify. In terms of a definition, a Lit Wife is the wife of a husban...
Miranda dumped her bags on the couch and headed for the kitchen. She had to boot the laptop, but first she wanted a cold drink. Traffic on the way home had been a nightmare and she'd spent over an hour going a mere 8 miles. Because of that, she didn't have time to stop and pick up dinner. That meant that she was having cold cereal or eggs again. But it was w...
Since we had about an hour to kill before my first class, I took Bella on a brief tour of the campus, showing her where it was she'd need to go, and where she needed to check in on the following Monday. Not too surprisingly, she received a number of looks as we strolled about, mostly from men of course, but even a few appreciative glances from women too. Th...
Introduction: The Nightmare Hoof beats. Pounding, echoing loudly through rain. Texas tornadoes swung all around, but the hoof beats were louder than any windstorm, louder than her heartbeat. Darkness swirled everywhere, illuminated by the lightning in the sky every few seconds. She just had to get to the farmhouse, before something happened. She shut her ey...