Saint To Slut In Just Seven Days: Sunday A.M.
Day Seven, Sunday. I was deep in a very pleasant and exciting dream. I had been the centre of attention …
Day Seven, Sunday. I was deep in a very pleasant and exciting dream. I had been the centre of attention …
Bec grinned and did up one button on her dress, pulling the top together but leaving the middle gaping. I …
I had no plans other than Sunday morning to go to Steve’s pool and work on my tan. I was …
Ah, what a day. A full day on the slopes was now to be topped off with a hot sauna …
I’d left school at eighteen years of age, to find employment with a small and family owned and run accountancy …
Day 6, Saturday. I woke slowly, and it took me a few moments to remember where I was. I …
The airplane engine roared, making me tighten my grip on the armrest. I hate flying. Shakily, I closed my eyes …
Around 2002, when I was thirty-five, I traveled on business to São Paulo, Brazil, and stayed at the old Hilton …
Dwight had been watching me from behind the bar all evening. I marveled at the way he could effortlessly make …
The door closed behind me, and he walked around to the other side of the car. He sat down and …
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