"Ruby gets kinky with food."
The only remarkable times in a 3-day stand are that first glorious moment of reunion and the last horrific moment of separation. Heaven and hell. Any time in between is irrelevant, at best. Want breakfast at 3 p.m.; go for...
This story is dedicated to a very special woman whom I love very much. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Especially you my love. Muah! * * * I was in the...
"Getting serious."
March brought a lot of wind and rain, and Ryan felt like she'd walked through it all on her way home from work. She went into her apartment, hoping the quiet would alleviate her headache. It had been a hell...
"Apologies and ice cream."
Brody leaned forward on the bench and glanced up at the clock. Less than three minutes left, and they had a one-goal lead over visiting Toronto. The refs blew the play dead and everyone sat back and took a breath...
"After-dinner-math."
The night after meeting Ryan's parents, Brody was playing pool with Drew, Bax, and Tolya at an Arlington sports bar. He took his shot, missed, and stepped back for Drew, and told them about the dinner. "Her dad asks me...
"Mr.Andrews gets more than he expects when Samantha wants extra credit...."
"Dammit!" I yelled. I was stuck in traffic again on my way to work. As a teacher, being late wasn't the most influential life lesson I could teach my students. I slammed my hands on the steering wheel and knocked my...
"Dinner with the parents."
It was almost two weeks later before Ryan could find a night clear of hockey and basketball games, not to mention a time where she had no rehearsal scheduled. As they rode out to Chantilly in his car, and the...
"Sharing the news, good and bad."
Ryan knocked on Brody's door, bursting to tell him about the tour. Word had gotten around, and she'd gotten congratulatory calls from Annette and others, but it wasn't quite the same. She was about to knock again when he opened...
"Brody talks to his brother -- the bad news."
The incessant buzz of his alarm clock usually had Brody up right away, but this time it took him a good ten seconds of flailing before he found the button to shut it off. The team had played the night...
"This most likely does not make sense to anyone but myself..."
Crash.There goes my feelings.Thud.Face down again, in the mud.Rip.There is no longer flesh, only scars.Clank.My stomach sank.Ding.Someone's here but I don't answer.Smash.Face down on the bed.Bang.That's my brain as it implodes.Smack.Across the face for looking back.Crack.The wall breaks through my...
