They met up at the club that Gabrielle preferred to haunt, and soon they were two or three drinks in, Gabrielle telling a tactfully edited account of her encounter; she didn’t mention who it was she had scored an interview with specifically, only that he was a “mucky muck.” Her friends clucked wi...
She was confronted by a large group, milling about, talking in low, rumbling voices amongst themselves, frowns and scowls on all the faces she could see. Some of the smoke that had guided her back to her home town came from a bonfire that Jennifer caught glimpses of at the center of the gathered ...
I cooed, hovering over my boyfriend and grinning as he slept. We were supposed to be going out later in the evening, but Matt had fallen asleep on the couch after we’d fooled around. “Wake up sleepy head! I want to go out.” I had changed into my favorite dress and heels; if Matt hurried, he could...