In the early afternoon C. called from the airport to tell that she had safely landed. I asked if she would like me to pick her up from the station, but she had different plans. “Put on a rubber suit and a blindfold and wait for me in the bedroom.” She had spent a few days in England with our daughter and her friend. It had been just long enough to build up a desire for her, that popped up when she spoke those promising words. ...
Beauty’s Rescue is a sequel based on the characters in Beauty in Repose It had been three months since Cindy had joined the others entombed under the garden. She, like the others, had kind of gotten used to being buried, sort of. She loved to watch their “Catherine,” funny, she never thought she would be so totally dependent on another person, especially not a woman. She had loved being her lover, making love on the bed. Now she knew that their Catherine was out looking for another girl. Another girl to add to her growing collection of girls, it seemed. Cindy could sometimes look at the four headstones, all in a row, wonder if the other girls were still down there, still quite alive. She was not sure that anything was true any more. The only thing she truly missed was her locket, she had not worn it the day she was buried. It must still be on the bedside table. Her great-grandmother’s beautiful gold locket, with the picture of her parents in it. She could see it on the table if she looked hard enough in the view of the bedroom. ...
Beauty’s Rescue is a sequel based on the characters in Beauty in Repose It had been three months since Cindy had joined the others entombed under the garden. She, like the others, had kind of gotten used to being buried, sort of. She loved to watch their “Catherine,” funny, she never thought she would be so totally dependent on another person, especially not a woman. She had loved being her lover, making love on the bed. Now she knew that their Catherine was out looking for another girl. Another girl to add to her growing collection of girls, it seemed. Cindy could sometimes look at the four headstones, all in a row, wonder if the other girls were still down there, still quite alive. She was not sure that anything was true any more. The only thing she truly missed was her locket, she had not worn it the day she was buried. It must still be on the bedside table. Her great-grandmother’s beautiful gold locket, with the picture of her parents in it. She could see it on the table if she looked hard enough in the view of the bedroom. ...
It was late Friday night, and as always, I had looked forward to my boyfriend coming to my dorm after he was finished working for the week, so that we could have some close time, just the two of us. He had been telling me recently that he wanted to try something new on our little weekend get togethers, but refused to say what it was. I begged and begged, but still he kept mum. That is, until THIS weekend!!! That’s when everything changed. ...