Ms. Carroll is a 40-something year-old veteran public servant and mother of three adult children. She and her partner Hal live in Amherst NS with a sweet, anxiety-ridden rescue dog. Shelley loves running, red wine, and laughter.
Lucky Number 13
It’s all Gerard’s fault. He planted the seed: About a year ago, he sent us a picture of himself after having completed the 1998 Dublin Marathon. I sent a text message to Victoria saying that “we should keep this event in mind for some day”. Almost immediately, she replied with “How about next year?”
The Legend of the Giant’s Causeway
It’s been said: behind every successful man is a woman. This can be just as true in legend as in fact. Having been exposed to a bit of Irish folklore during my recent travels, I’ve decided to share a tale - but from a slightly different slant.
Tomorrow Never Knows, part eleven
While Fergus turned down the bed sheets and lit some candles, Neala availed herself of the facilities. As she washed her face and hands, she decided to use a washcloth to give her lady parts a little dab and freshen up. She adjusted her boobs to make sure that her nipples were both lined up and facing the same direction. Then she rinsed her mouth with a little bit of toothpaste, ran her fingers through her hair, and returned to Fergus’ bedroom.
Tomorrow Never Knows, part ten
“You know your way around, Neala, so sure, make yourself at home,” Fergus called out from the kitchen as he opened the bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. He was humming to himself, clearly content. The combination of beer and specialty coffee was having a surprisingly calming effect. It even seemed to numb the almost itchy feeling where he had trimmed his chest and pubic hair. He jolted only momentarily and then quickly reassured himself that he had taken great pains to clean up any hair from around the bathroom sink and floor.
Tomorrow Never Knows, part nine
Neala stood before the full-sized mirror looking at her outfit one more time. She wore a spaghetti-strapped, knee-length cotton dress with a floral pattern that flattered her chest and waistline. She paired it with a long, light, burgundy-coloured cardigan. The ensemble was complete with a comfortable but stylish set of black pumps. Business casual.
Tomorrow Never Knows, part seven
“No way!” exclaimed Kelan, upon learning of Fergus and Neala’s first kiss. “I mean, I’m not totally shocked, but there is a small part of me that can’t believe she actually kissed you back. No offence, but I’ve never really found you all that attractive…”
Tomorrow Never Knows, part six
Neala stood by her sink, wearing a cotton top and denim shorts, rinsing off her breakfast dishes and gazing absentmindedly out the kitchen window. She thought about the work week ahead, the load of laundry she had yet to fold, and of course, the memory of which she could still taste on her lips, kissing Fergus.
Tomorrow Never Knows, part five
Fergus stepped out of the shower and towelled himself off. He had spent a good ten minutes in there, getting all sudsy and alternating between hot and cold water. He had tried to wash away his embarrassment from last night and, perhaps to a lesser extent, the shame and lust that arose from his morning dream.
Tomorrow Never Knows, part four
Neala was standing at the foot of the four-post bed. She wore black knee-high leather stiletto-heeled boots and a matching tight leather sleeveless dress that hugged and accentuated each of her body’s curves. Dark eyeliner around each eye and rich red lipstick on her lips, she held a leather whip in her right hand and a vibrating phallic-shaped object in her left. She was absolutely gorgeous and terrifying at once.
Tomorrow Never Knows, part three
He wrapped the banana bread in aluminum foil and, having no ribbon, secured it with twine. He’d made three batches and this one was the best looking of the bunch. “Third time's the charm,” he muttered to himself as he tied the twine in a bow.