"Each brush stroke pushes Justine closer to the edge."
Justine left it a day. She didn't want to appear too eager or desperate. Also, it would give Corey a little time to readjust time zones, though he'd only been to the other side of the country.The day itself was...
"Justine waters his plants and finds much more than she expects at Mr Turner's house."
Justine flicked her blonde tresses aside and wedged the phone between her cheek and shoulder. "I can meet you in a bit. Like, half ten? Mom reminded me to water Mr Turner's plants early." She scrabbled in her cutoffs for...
He comes home early. Door's locked.Strange.Calls for his wife from the hallway—no reply. Groceries? Not her usual time.Upstairs, bedroom, he figures, taking a nap—not there either. A suspicious movement in the corner of his eye—the garden!Huh? Naked? Dancing seductively? Why? Sinking feeling. A...
From the Journal of Olivia Delacroix Day twelve? upon The Eye of Thermisto (translated from the French).Be thankful for little mercies. My captor, who yet remains nameless has granted me small privledges or, more precisely, incentives to behave. In other...
"Poem about a secret pee moment of a woman."
frantic needeyes searchingpotential relief foundrunningrushingdancingdrippingwiggling and worriedWill anyone see?Does she even care?Does she even dare?Need too greatLooking around one more time... She pulls down her pantsthe denim rough and tightpanties silken and already damppushing them down she squats on the ceramic potted plant Release Sweet...
