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Slow Poison - Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven Stonehouse, December 15th The temperature was well below zero. No cards had been sent. The Sun and the rest had broadcast the news plainly enough in their two inch type. Even so, Becky was surprised to see so many people at the graveside; notebooks and Nikons prying into private grief, forming an outer ring of strangers who had no place there. There were mates in camphor scented suits and neighbours wives in fifties hats. The freezing wind from the canal cast a spell of silence over the mourners. They conversed in muffled whispers.
By David Philip Ireland6 years ago in Filthy
First Time Threeway With My Wife 2
~Jackson continues to deal with his emotional distress while watching his wife with another man, even if he was included in the action. Seeing her stretched wide right before his very eyes has his heart beating fast, anxious and his lower half, rock hard at the same time. Desperate to make his marriage work, Jackson decides to follow his wife, allowing for her to fully explore her exhibitions.~
By Jezebel Rose6 years ago in Filthy
Freedom To Love
Laura said her good-byes, her heart in her throat, and walked resolutely to her car. She could tell from the looks in their eyes before she left that they weren't sure what she should do, either. All except Johnny. His eyes spoke of yearning. They were, in fact, a mirror of her own heart. She yearned for him, and had for nearly a dozen years, though now doubts shadowed her thoughts. Insecurities had made a tight knot deep inside about his want of her, for how long would it last, as his life rapidly changed for the better? Her life had been on hold for the day, well, for the coming of THIS day, and so far it had been anti-climactic.
By LP Steinbeck6 years ago in Filthy
April Rain
On a crisp Friday morning, I rose out of bed excited about it being my last day working at the Dasher Diner. I hurried to jump in the shower and dressed in our uniform; Black skirt, white top, and red and white ruffled apron. I forgot to wash the apron from the day before but I didn’t care because it was my last day working in that place. Roger Dash, my manager, was a stickler for being on time so I hurried out of the door to catch the bus. I hated the way Roger called my name right before he scolds me about being late to work. AAAPRELL! I am overjoyed that I don’t have to hear his squeaky voice ever again after today. Before I leave today, I will be sure to correct him when he says my name wrong. My name is April Rain Johnson not pronounced “Apreell.” I was so grateful when I got the letter stating that I had been granted a full Scholarship to NYU two weeks ago. I moved to New York from Alabama in hopes of attending NYU three years ago. I took a leap of faith and just moved away from family and everything that was so familiar to me. Well, I didn’t get in at first so I took a few classes at a junior college. It was hard for me to work at that grimy diner and attend classes. Especially since Roger was not willing to work with my class schedule.
By Tamara Brown6 years ago in Filthy
