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COMING OUT OF HIDING
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This is a romance but it deals with erectile dysfunction, a serious problem that affects over 30 million men in the USA alone. The chances are great that the man you love will face it at some point in his lifetime. Are you prepared?
Max sat in his office for a few minutes taking care of some things that needed his attention before he retired for the evening. When he finished, he went to his own room and took a shower. He looked at his scarred body. A bittersweet feeling passed through him and stabbed at his heart. **She thinks I’m handsome, if she saw me like this she wouldn’t say that.**
He liked Tae. She was smart and funny, with a nice figure. Her mass of ringlets that she pulled into a ponytail caused him to smile. **She needs a good hair stylist to tame those wild locks.** She wasn’t a raving beauty, but that didn’t matter to him. Her upbeat personality and genuine friendship meant the world to him.
Ten years ago, he would have never given her a second glance. But life’s path had changed for him. Now, he could look at the photos of most beautiful naked women, and it did nothing to him. A form of self-preservation? He wasn’t certain.
He thought about Tae’s smile, her initial shock at seeing his hand, and how she had touched it. He rubbed his clawed hand with his good one as if it were possible to erase the caress of her touch, but the warmth spread up his arm and settled in his groin. He blew out a deep breath, but it didn’t stop the stirrings within him. He wanted to touch her, kiss her, and undress her. He imagined parting her lips with his tongue, her breasts pressed to his chest...The thought dissolved. **There is no way I should even think about being involved with a woman. I’m hideous.**
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TIME SHIFT
By Christiane France
http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/552-Time-Shift.aspx
A time travel tale about an American woman who goes to Paris on vacation, visits the house where her grandfather was born, and suddenly finds herself working as a courtesan in an 18th century French house of pleasure.
The room was filled with the sights, sounds and smell of sex. There were moans, groans, and screams, the sucking sounds of cocks going in and out of moist passages, as well as the softer, more urgent sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
Mariette stayed where she was barely able to believe her eyes or her ears. If Bacchanalia was a place, this had to be it. But then the whole audio-visual thing became too much. Her knees sagged, and she felt a rush of moisture between her legs. The scene before her was a bigger turn-on than anything she’d ever seen on late night TV. She felt horny as hell, desperate for release, but no way was she going to join in the re-enactors’ games, or masturbate for the sole purpose of titillating the appetite of anyone who cared to watch.
She needed to sit down and get herself under control. Better yet, she needed to get the hell out of here. But, as she took a backward step, strong arms wrapped around her body from behind.
“You are not feeling well, mademoiselle? Come, let me find somewhere for you to lie down,” a male voice whispered, his hot breath fanning her neck and sending her desire spiraling as he urged her back into the shadows. “Let me do something to make you feel better.”
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This is from my unpublished true-crime short story, "DEADLY RIVAL", written in 2012.
What was reported on Tuesday October 23rd, 2012, in the small glass industrial town of Lancaster, Ohio, population 38,780, was in debate. According to police, a love triangle turned deadly.
As 911 dispatchers desperately tried to get an address, the thirty-eight-year-old tall slim Stephanie Adams screamed and begged her ex-husband, forty-year-old Kevin Adams, to stop pointing a gun at her. “Kevin, no, Kevin, no, Kevin, no,” she said. “Please don’t do this.”
The brawny tattooed Lancaster native did not listen. He responded by repeatedly calling the woman he vowed before God to love and honor obscene names. The last moments of their lives was recorded at 1:20 a.m. on Stephanie’s cell phone.
The recently divorced couple who were married for twenty-years were heard screaming and cursing at one another before a series of gunshots disrupted their argument.
The line stayed open while the dispatcher yelled, “Hello, hello, hello? Ma’am?”
According to call logs, Stephanie provided the street address, but not the house number.
According to Lancaster Police Chief Dave Bailey, dispatchers, unable to pinpoint an exact location, sent several units to the 100 block of Cleveland Avenue around 1:20 a.m. The first officer to arrive reported hearing a possible gunshot at 1:29 a.m. Another officer reported two more shots fired at 1:30 a.m., just as they entered the home. They were too late.
Inside the modest well kept home, officers found a decorated off duty Lancaster police officer, fifty-six-year-old Randy Bartow of Logan, Ohio, deceased. Bartow was identified as Stephanie's boyfriend and a 20-year veteran of Lancaster police.
According to Randy’s “Remember Me,” face book account, within two hours of his learned death, over four-hundred people shared their memories of him.
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