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Chapter 8
By patty, copyright 2007

Caleb found Connie fussing with feed sacks and muttering to herself in Roy’s barn.
“Time alone will do that,” he chuckled.
“Time alone?” Connie tried to suppress the startle Caleb’s voice evoked in her.
“Ever find your own mouth arguing with yourself when no one’s nearby?” his smile was disarming.
“Yes, lately. Almost all the […]

She came in the front door, her shoulders soldier straight, her eyes closing as soon as she turned the lock willing the day behind her.  As soon as he touched her he sensed that his plan had to change.
The stress of a week of deadlines had been building a predictably prickly hedge around her and […]

Her mind lingered within her skin drawn to the flesh that burned with a life of its own. Flesh made alive with the flame gifted by the furious hungry kiss and caress of leather.  Soon he would return and his body and hands would caress her mind in other ways.  For now though, she existed in the calm aftermath, […]

She spent a very quiet day after a long stressful and busy week.  Her man mailed her some lyrics that inspired her to consider what was to come for them in only 60 days.  Her bottom tingled, and other parts of her began to throb and become deliciously warm and wet.  Subtly she pressed her […]

I woke up to a thunderstorm this morning.  I’d slept with the sliding glass doors to the balcony open so I could sleep to the sounds of the surf and the sea breeze.  Somewhere in the wee hours it got warmer than I like.  Normally I’d get up close the balcony door and turn up […]

Just some thoughts…..
As we cross over from these past months of waning light, through the longest night and into the coming months where light is returned to us increment by increment, I think that it’s significant that so many religions and cultures mark this time with celebration. We have as a species, from the most […]

I started this drawing sitting in the corner of the airport a few months back.  It’s a sequel to another one I did titled preoccupied.  I find anthropomorphing things to be fascinating and I find the reverse, turning the human essence into natural elements equally so.  Hills and valleys and pastoral scenes have always held a comforting and […]