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Lucky Number Five
This story contains sexual references and is only suitable for those over the age of eighteen. As Melissa Merryfield lapped up the hot water, she threw a smile at the near-naked delight sitting opposite and determined that booking into the Oak Woodland Retreat had been one of her better suggestions. As his foot worked its way up her thigh, she opened her legs, settled back, and waited for the night of her life to begin.
I Wish I'd Swiped Left
As I wait outside the door, I wonder how I agreed to a date with a stranger, especially when I know I swiped his image towards the left. My hand hovers on the handle, as my legs appear to lose the ability to respond to my brain’s direction, and I toy with jumping on board the approaching 246 bus and returning to the safety of home. Why did I suggest dinner? With the knots in my stomach, I won’t be able to swallow anything. The whole thing is ludicrous.
This is Not Just Fate, This is M&S Fate
It’s amazing how you can pop into the supermarket for a few items and find yourself still there an hour later, hiding by the baked beans to avoid bumping into the man you verbally abused in the coffee shop that morning. Well, Susie’s day started badly, so naturally it would end that way too.
Lucy ducked behind the tree and hoped the darkening sky would focus their concentration on staying under the umbrella rather than on the fact she was trailing them. Her obsession to end this propelled her, and over the months, the desire had grown.
It isn't Daisy's fault...
ROSIE: I see nothing’s changed. Mum is still ensuring the world revolves around darling Daisy, whilst I’m an itch she can’t scratch.
0verthrown, but the stalkers won't succeed. Chapter 2.
They’d been underground a long time. For Panza, a fitful sleep occurred as thoughts of defeating the stalkers rallied around her head. Unsure as to the hour, she headed for the entrance. Claustrophobia wasn’t an issue, but remaining in the chasm aggravated.
Another A-star for topping the troglodyte list.
“Are you coming tonight?” says Alice, placing the coffee cup on the desk. “Tonight?” Mary feverishly racks her brain. Nope, nothing springs to mind.
Is internet dating in your fifties a brilliant choice?
You never dream you would be unmarried at 50. When you imagined your future you thought of jobs, children, relationship; nowhere was being single a prospect. But here you are, in a world where dating is a huge minefield and venturing into it leaves you cold.