F#$K YOU!

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I shushed Michael to silence when I saw my home number come up as the incoming caller on my cell and lay back near naked on our hotel room bed. He gave me a little-boy-denied-a-sweetie look.

“Dave, darling, I was just about to ring you. I got into bed and just had to hear your voice again before I went to sleep.” Read More …

DÉJÀ POO

I STOPPED MID-MOTION while putting the garbage from the aftermath of the barbecue in the bin. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and something akin to a cold shiver washed over me from head to toe. This wasn’t the first time. In fact, it happened every time I had a déjà vu experience. This one was a subset of those experiences. I called it jokingly, déjà poo: the strong feeling that this shit had happened before. I paused to analyse this feeling of familiarity. Read More …

The Seven Deadly Sins – Gluttony

Sonya looked at the retreating back of her husband and couldn’t supress a smile. Her scratch plan had worked brilliantly. She now had at least four hours to do what she’d dreamt of for the last two months. Completely free from restriction. Unbridled. It was going to be sooo good. Read More …