The bell sounded it was the end of the last period for the week. I couldn’t believe it, no more law until Tuesday week. I had tort law running through my head at 90 miles per hour, not to mention criminal, the precedence set by this, did he have the state of mind for that? It was seriously all too much.In the cafeteria Billy came over for a chat, as I took the coffee to go. She asked if she could visit on Saturday now we...

On the morning of day three we traveled by bus to Hua Hin and Chaam south of Bangkok along Thailand’s southern coastline. Whilst I was sad to be leaving Bangkok Cal had arranged for us to stay at the beautiful Metropolitan Hotel upon our return next Saturday, whereupon he said we would dine at a rooftop bar and restaurant above the Banyan Tree Hotel nearby, with 360 degree views of Bangkok. As much as I looked forward to...

Chapter Ten - Cal visits Anabella He quickly phoned Ridge’s “Bold and the Beautiful”. “Is Anabella working this afternoon?” He asked the receptionist. “How does 4 pm sound?” Came her reply “That’s fine,” said Cal. “An hour booking would be ideal,” he confirmed. “An hour it is then,” replied the receptionist before promptly hanging up. Cal buzzed at the door, within minutes he was upstairs, he showered, and then wrapping a...

Chapter Four – Moving on in Santa Barbara Things continued to worsen for me on the boyfriend front back in Santa Barbara. Michael’s possessiveness started to overpower me, his constant calling saying, "Where are you now?" His relentless texting, "I love you, I miss you, I need you, can’t wait to see you." Persistent questions such as, "who was that you were with just then? Who came into the coffee shop today?"It was all t...

Chapter One – Visiting Cal’s cabin I was picked up by my stepdad after work. We often traveled up to the cabin on weekends. There we could read on the deck, take the boat out in summer and lay by the fire in winter. It was now July, and it was hot. My stepdad and I were still close, although Mom and he had long since separated. I was now 18 and we enjoyed each other’s company. “I need a quick nap,” he said, pulling into t...

The traffic started to bank up in front of him. Finally, he slid around the side street into the alleyway out back to park. His black Porsche would be safe here under the security cameras in Sasha’s carpark. That was another reason he enjoyed coming to her establishment. He just wished he could remember that girl’s name. Was it Sylvia, Lauren, or maybe even Louise? He paid the $200 at the door to Sasha. “Louise is the thi...

He took her aside. "Let’s get out of here," he whispered in her ear."But you're almost half my age," came the mature woman's reply."Exactly, it's way past your bedtime," he said."And you can help me with that?" she asked."I need to," came his reply.She felt an urge, a sudden need, a pulsating feeling, from somewhere down below. He left through the glass doors out onto the veranda then down the marble stairs. She said her...

Kate was quite lonely now her children had all left home. Living on her own was comforting, but something was missing. She thought back to last summer, to the beach, to the clear water rushing over her body. She reminisced back to July when Jake, her daughter’s boyfriend had been gardening. He was so strong, handsome, fit and toned. She needed to lay down. Her aged body in need of comfort. Slowly opening her legs, she tho...

Sylvia wound down the window on the Mercedes station wagon. “Bye Harry, goodbye Tom, bye Bub.” Cliff said. “What’s for dinner?” He asked Sylvia. “Moroccan chicken,” his wife replied. “I won’t be late,” he said, before watching as the Mercedes commenced the journey back to town. “Well played Cliff,” the club secretary noted, as he passed by Cliff’s truck to head for the Pavilion. 'Old Errol loves his beer,' Cliff thought t...

"Let's push it up to 12.4," he said, reaching in front of me to press the button on my treadmill, increasing the speed yet again. "Only two more minutes, then we can bring your heart rate back down." 'Little chance of that,' I thought to myself, as his sports watch brushed past my ribs, taking his strong biceps and gorgeous aftershave with it. This guy was hot. 'I can't believe I'm doing this,' I thought, my mind wanderin...

It was 4.20 and the store was all but empty. Monday evenings were quiet at this time of year. Summer hadn't really arrived and late fall was hardly the time to splash out on new lingerie. Well not in this isolated section of the mid-west. I sat swiveling on the high chair behind the counter. My black shoes were somewhat scuffed. I'd need to clean them before tomorrow’s shift. My brown work skirt was riding up my legs, jus...