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I TOLD HIM WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF HE FORGOT OUR ANNIVERSARY AGAIN…
More proof that you don’t mess with CTC! Read More …
CLICHE # 3 – THE JUDGE REYNOLDS SAGA CONTINUES
I finished reading the note my lawyer had just passed me and smiled, then glanced over to the other side of the courtroom. There was Laura, my hopefully soon-to-be ex-wife, with her lawyer. She glanced over and gave me a nervous but confident smile. Read More …
CLICHE #2 – FIVE STAR RESTAURANT
I’d never been to a five-star restaurant before and I gotta say it felt like alien territory to a panel beater tradie like me. Give me a small family diner every day of the week. I was damned lucky to get a table, but, apparently, the five-star hotel hosting the five-star restaurant reserved tables for house guest walk-ins. The fact it was a Monday night in mid-winter helped as well, of course. Read More …
CLICHE #3 – DRAFT VERSION
Time to sing for your supper, guys!
Seeking honest feedback on how predictable the ending of this particular tale is.
It will probably look a whole lot better when CTC and I have gone through the editing – at least three run-throughs and a whole lot of discussion!
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CLICHE #1
“Can’t I even eat my lunch in peace, Laura?”
“I just want one more chance of talking you out of making a huge mistake, Dave. If you continue on this stupid path—”
GONE IN MINUTES Ch 6
The fingers trailing across my mini skirt clad ass as I stood facing my colleague, Julie, at the company Christmas party sent a trail of sparks straight to my libido. Say what you like, at forty-eight no amount of looking in the mirror, no amount of husbandly compliments or ones from colleagues and friends alike say, ‘you’ve still got it’, like a physical touch. The simple act of three or four fingers trailing their way slowly and sensually from left buttock to right along the line of my super-short dress. Sometimes on silky fabric, sometimes on silkier skin, at exactly the half-way point drawn along my panty covered sex. Pressing briefly but insistently. The touch, from the guy who’d walked ever so slowly behind me, made me wet in the scant three seconds it had taken him to perform the act. Read More …
GONE IN A MATTER OF MINUTES #5
THE SCENE. It’s a glorious spring day and the educational consultant has walked the Year 11 photography elective class to the local park. Cameras in hand, they’re sitting on the grass in a circle around the professional photographer. Read More …
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! How does he know? How did Dave find out? My marriage is toast, I just know it. The courts will judge Dave to be the primary caregiver of our kids, he’ll be awarded custody. I’ll be a social pariah, shunned by just about everyone in this church-going community. Forgiven by the priest with the soft words but the judging expression. Read More …
GONE IN A MATTER OF MINUTES #4
I’ll let you into a little secret. I hate wankers. You know the guys I mean. The ones who have big bushy beards because some celebrity was photographed with one and all of a sudden all the hipsters have one. The ones with the knees torn out of their jeans because, again, some celebrity was seen like that. One member of this particular sub-breed of wanker was less than amused when I pointed out that this was a re-cycled trend from my youth, the 1980’s. Read More …