"Mike," Jeff Dawson the firm's chief investment officer called through his office door," this is Heidi your new team member," Jeff held out his arm in gesture to the woman with dirty blonde hair standing next to him.
At first glance Mike noticed she was attractive and something about her face, perhaps her expression or how she wore her make-up made her seem very sexy.
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"Didn't your momma warn you about men like me?" Cal directed his question in a low heated voice. He leaned in over Haley's red saddle horse that she was presently brushing down in the barn.
Haley looked over at him as coolly as she could and only for a moment. Inside, she was melting in her own fire to see him here and staring at her in that way.
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Hello. I've been hoping for a chance to tell you this story. My name is Andre, and I'm a city planner for a small town out west. I love my job, but every now and then I need a major break from the pressure. Maybe you know the feeling. What works best for me is to get out into the wilderness, where the loudest noise is the breeze in the pine boughs, and time runs much more slowly.
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"I have never...had a one night stand."
I lifted my glass and took a drink. Dan and Serena did likewise, smiling as they drank from their large mugs while Erin sat back and watched with a smug expression.
"Okay," Dan said, wiping his mouth as he set his beer back down on the table. "My turn."
We all turned our attention towards him as he stroked his chin as if trying to think of something to say.
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He wondered how it had come to this but knew that although he could choose to, there was no way that he would leave. He waited, stirred his coffee and pretended to read the news paper, it must only have been a few minutes but it seemed like hours. A slim, dark haired woman in her early thirties entered the coffee bar and look ed around, at first glance she looked like a librarian, good looking enough but dressing down and soberly. She walked over to table and nervously asked,
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I don't know if you could call what the two of us were doing dancing, as much as just that drunken bumping and grinding that dancing eventually gets reduced to. Either way, I was enjoying the hell out of myself. I wasn't really that drunk, but alcohol, in my mind, always gives me a justification to be brash with people. Generally I'd be too shy to dance, or too aware of my lack of coordination, but not here and not now.
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My sister Annette was gazing at me with a super serious expression. As a critical care nurse, she was concerned for the state of my well being.
"You need a break from all this craziness, I'm worried about you," she said.
"I'll be ok," My voice sounded unconvincing.
"Can't you take any time off? Go away for a week or two and relax. Remember you've already had a heart attack and..."
"Jesus sis that was twelve years ago and it was minor..."
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Robin walked into Christine's office and stood in the doorway watching her. As usual she was on the phone, chatting to her friends whilst surfing the net. At the age of 35 she was still very good looking. Black hair, trim figure good legs and she knew it too. Robin had been working for her for a year and a half and he had spent many a night fantasising about what he would like to do to her. In his hand now was part of that plan to help him make those dreams come alive.
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I remember the first girl I had really deep feelings for, my first awakening of true lesbian desire. I had fooled around sexually with several other girls, but Molly was my first sweet lesbian crush.
I had seen her many times around the halls of our high school.
I used to daydream about her, but I did not know her. She was in a different section of the senior class than I, and we had no mutual school activities. That didn't stop me from dreaming, though. Her name was Molly, I had heard some of the other kids calling her that, and that was all I knew.
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I sat with my feet up, flipping through random television channels as I repeatedly glanced at the clock on the wall. Although I fully trusted my fiancé, I knew how crazy bachelorette parties could get. Even so, it wasn't Lacey's behaviour that I was concerned about. I was far more worried about how my friend Jenna was fitting in with my girlfriend and her comparatively snooty friends.
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