Archive | 17.06.2010
- Judging Georgina
Georgina answered the phone. "Hello?"
She was drunk, because her words on the telephone billowed out, as though alcohol was pushing them unwillingly into the world. The "Hello" came out loud (a lot louder than Georgina permitted herself when sober). Also, the "Hello" was sort of slurred. Altogether, it was pretty obvious that she'd drunk her Southern Comfort and was flying high.
"It's me," I said.
Well, of course it was. The judge was out of town, wasn't he? It was almost inevitable that I would ... more
- Kayla Ch. 02
Angela
While I was trying to catch my breath, on my knees, a soft knock came to Kayla's bedroom door. Kayla didn't budge. Opening the door and walking in was a voluptuous girl and a dark-skinned boy. They looked to be still in high school, perhaps starting college, but the girl was stunning. She had black hair, pale skin, was exposing a sexily paunchy tummy below her halter top and was wearing cut-off shorts. The boy was Latino, head almost shaven, wearing those baggy shorts that come almost down ... more