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Laura Alone
“It would work out great for both of us. I can cook, all vegetarian meals - real healthy - and shop, and keep the yard up. You’ve got room for a garden back there. I could grow fresh tomatoes and beans, peppers and melons. The money you’d save on groceries would just about cover the rent you’re looking for.” A slow voiced, incense-permeated woman ( Read more... ) -
Laura Alone
Leaping slightly to grasp a branch just above her head, a branch worn smooth by her grip, a Levi-clad Laura swung her long legs to a higher limb. Climbing nimbly upward, she settled into a level niche where the trunk of the tree split, safely hidden from the ground by the tree’s thick foliage. Turning slightly to one side, Laura ran her fingers ( Read more... ) -
Laura Alone
Laura sat cross-legged on a lab table across from Milton’s workstation, tapping a pencil thoughtfully on the notebook balanced on her knees.
“Milton, you leave at different times every night, right?”
“Huh?” Milton looked up from the spectrometer where he had been absorbed, surprised to find Laura in the lab with him. “Oh, umm, right. I leave ( Read more... ) -
Laura Alone
Abigail Holt settled a large carry-on bag over her shoulder, tucked a well-packed handbag under her arm and balanced a frothily wrapped pink package just below her chin as she sailed purposefully out of her front door. The diamond windowpanes of the home trembled as Abigail pulled the door firmly closed with her foot. Stopping almost immediately, ( Read more... ) -
High Flying Steele - Encore
Aching ribs and groaning shoulder muscles were forgotten in the pressing connection of lips. Laura’s kiss possessed an urgency matching her white knuckled grasp of Steele’s suit coat. Her eyes drifted shut as Steele reached to bury his fingers in her hair. The terror both had felt in Laura’s fall from far above the circus ring was replaced with the ( Read more... ) -
High Flying Steele - Encore
“I think it’s more his intimate proximity to the woman in his life; along with the fact that he can lick his fingers and not be thought rude.” As if to disdain the reality of such restrictions, Steele used his fingers to lift a morsel of chicken off the serving dish and after taking a bite himself, reached across to offer the rest to Nero.
“Mr. ( Read more... ) -
Weekly Challenge, Horses
A field of sleek race horses breaks from the gate, with the ensuing excitement and noise. As the group rounds the first turn, the colt in the lead falters and falls back, limping noticeably, and tossing his beautiful head. The jockey struggles to control him, gradually bringing him to a stop near the fence, where he leaps from his ( Read more... ) -
Challenge, Horses
A field of sleek race horses breaks from the gate, with the ensuing excitement and noise. As the group rounds the first turn, the colt in the lead falters and falls back, limping noticeably, and tossing his beautiful head. The jockey struggles to control him, gradually bringing him to a stop near the fence, where he leaps from his charge’s ( Read more... )