romance
I decided, with my experience in retail, that I should manage my own store in the downtown area. I sold men’s and...
Part one: Caught in the act “Can I come in…?” The question interrupted me in mid-stroke. I was jolted out of my mental movie...
Nothing’s Gonna Change My Love For You by George Benson is playing out of the speakers in the shower. Ah…I’m so serene....
The revolving doors of a solitary changing cabin reminded me of an entrance to a bar in an old western. A full...
part fourteen: Epilog Devya looked sheepishly enthusiastic — if such a self-contradicting hybrid state can be said to exist. It had been a year and . . ....
I should have known better than to accept the conference call this early. Bunny has a flight to catch this morning, but...
I’m in a hot pink and black silk Agent Provocateur ensemble I purchased. You were beyond miffed I didn’t use the Black...
It is as hot and dry as it gets in Provence. Surrounded by rosemary and thyme, the laundry line drawn between two...
part thirteen: fully engaged And finally . . . the rings. Where once there had been a single padded platform, like a mobile medical office exam...
part twelve: the Safeword is Eisenhower I was somehow disappointed to have a safeword in this context; it felt a little like...
