Kathy Smith’s mind was a million miles away as she rode the elevator to the level where she’d parked her brand-new silver Lexus.
She was going over in her mind the final details of the Solange deal, which was almost in the bag. If she nailed it down, and she was certain she would, it would mean a fat commission, plus another feather in her cap. All that was left was to meet the Solange Corporation’s CEO later that evening for dinner, drinks and who knows what else, and the
Devaro was sharing a tavern wench with his newly married friend Mario. As a soldier, Devaro was the firm-bodied handsome young man that had never had trouble with women. Even the foolish wench he shared with his friend seemed to favor him as he spread her legs wide over the small bed and brought his strong fingers to her openly moist vagina, touching her in circulatory motions until she began to moan, even with her opened mouth firmly over Mario’s groin, as Mario held the back of her
There is nothing so simple as getting what you want.
I get everything I want. Come hell or high water.
I’ve seen you before running down the street around midnight. You choose the oddest hours for a run. I love the way you run so graceful without making a sound on the concrete. I love the way you sweat, the way it runs over your body in caressing rivulets.
When you pass by my window I stare and stare then when I go to bed I dream of you. Fantasizing that you are there with me your hand on my
Mark sat in his cubicle, hard at work. The monthly report on the department’s finances, the production of which he had involvement in, was to be completed by Monday. Becky and Stan had already told him they were almost done with their part.
No way am I going to mess us up.
“Attention everyone,” came a stern voice from the front of the office.
Heads popped out from cubicles like prairie dogs to regard their boss. Katherine Haller was tall, stern, and always business-like;
The lecture was boring. Even Natalie was bored, and she was delivering it. She looked at the ten faces in front of her, sagging with indifference and incomprehension. Is this what her life had come to? Trying to teach maths to engineering students at a provincial university. What had happened to the bright ambitious graduate she had once been? Here she was, almost 40, still in the same job she had had for the last 17 years, still single, unloved, unlovely, frustrated and bored to death. Is this
Julie sat at the bar sipping on her beer and rethinking her options.
This was not how her 40th birthday was supposed to have been. Origina
I paused, and looked back down the track I had followed up the hill.
The Downs in high summer have a special quality. The sweet smell of bracken, the softness of the rolling hills, the cool and quiet of the patches of woodland, the hum of the insects in the hot sunshine and the tracks leading mysteriously away from the ridge path through the brilliant green of the tall bracken. They are places of beauty whatever the season but most especially in late July.
I had been walking steadily for most
IT HAD BEEN three months since he satisfied the urge. Viktor loved his girlfriend dearly, and he had been with her for nearly two years; but she had made it clear, the one time he’d attempted to bring it up, that she didn’t understand his needs, and thought he could manage without having them fulfilled. She was wrong.
So, he had been working on the girl in the coffee shop that he visited most mornings before he went into work. She seemed open to the idea of fooling around with
Jen’s feet hurt, her legs were cramped, and she had to pee so bad she thought her back teeth were floating. She was beyond pissed, way beyond. The pressure in her bladder increased another degree, and a gnat started buzzing her nose. She tried to blow it away, but every time she did, the dam in her holding back the urine threatened to burst.
She felt a few drops trickle out, and pressed her knees together. When Matt got back with the key, the second thing she was going to do was kill him.
“Grandma, do you like our new uniforms?” Alyson exclaimed as she bounced down the staircase and spun around at the midpoint landing. Expressing her zeal with a quick spin on one foot, she allowed her grandmother to see her granddaughter’s new cheerleading outfit from all angles. The image was but a blur however, as the nineteen-year-old girl bounded down the remaining stairs, carrying her shoes and socks in one hand, and landed beside her on the sofa.
As a small plume of