I couldn't believe I was laying here on a gurney for this. With him in the chair over there being all matter of fact and answering the questions that the doctors asked as they filed in one by one to see what had happened. The fact that he brought me to a teaching hospital was humilating enough. Every intern had to come view the damage. And as each ( Read more... )

My first stop after spending as much time and energy with Faith as I had was, of course, my office. With as much of his mysterious pick-me-up as I was imbibing lately, I needed to speak with Lorne regarding whether or not the stuff was addicting at all. I hoped not ( Read more... )

Huh.

Well, I thought back refering to many an afternoon in Xander's basement watching old movies. Okay, that and a few other things. But thinking back to those thoghts?

Of all the Pimp Palaces in all the places, I had to end up here.

I guess not so much had either. There was a choice involved. Looking back to graduating top of my class, to ( Read more... )

Was outside the bint's room, smokin' another fuckin' fag. Hadn't been bad. She'd used her fuckin' little toys on me and shit, which had left some nice marks that I was sure my fuckin' asshole of a lawyer would be right-pissed 'bout, but sod it all - I came here t'get shagged good and proper and I hadn't had my fill just yet ( Read more... )

Fuck it. Fuck her. Getting cold feet and shit after everything I did to her. Bitch.

I stormed outta the closet and went straight to the bar, pouring myself a nice red-headed slut and downing it quickly. I rolled my shoulders a bit. Fuck! Wasn't fucking fair. Bossman had gotten me my job, but also gotten me all horny, and B hadn't helped out on ( Read more... )

There was little I could do after I left Mr. ... Wesley's office. It had always been strange for me, after having sex with a person, how did you act when you had to see them and it really wasn't a romantic situation ( Read more... )

I'd gotten the card from Spike, and of all my clients, I treated his recommendations with the most doubt. He was a good kid, or at least he had been, when somebody had found him screaming his lungs out in some dive in the ass-end of London and changed Willie the local garage rocker into Spike, the hard-living, wild man of modern neo-punk, or ( Read more... )

Typical of his reserved nature, Rupert slept on his decision. The boisterous neighbors in the flat above his didn't help, as they spent the evening consumating their relationship... several times. The girl's squeals of pleasure pushed him over the edge, and he realized too late that fighting back with an old Eric Clapton album (volume set at ( Read more... )

To say the week had been frustrating was a gross understatement. Rupert's first days as the new Associate Dean of the Asa V. Call Law Library at the University of Southern California had been a spectatular disaster. His retiring predecessor, Albert Brecht, left the place a shambles. The twenty-five member staff were more than competent, but ( Read more... )

Opening the office door, I looked towards the bar, but didn't see the previous applicants. Frowning, I glanced around the room, but still couldn't find them. With a sigh, I turned back towards Juliet ( Read more... )