A witty exchange of words between two colleagues leads to a fling and something deeper. Danny and Kay learn plenty about sex, love, each other, and themselves over the course of one evening.
He was 18 years old and in desperate need of somewhere to live. She was his 25 year old next door neighbour. They had been intimate when he was 15 and hurting from the death of his mother. They rekindled their love of sex together, and involved her girl lover too.
Broken Hearts
Maria is there seeking closure. Paul is spending the last night before his life changes forever. Spending the night in the same hotel they strive to keep each other company.
They had both had a difficult recent past, both Mike and Tracy. He'd gotten left at the altar and Tracy had lost her job and had to scrape by to make enough for her and her lovely daughter, Ramona, to live on. It was then, on the day that she was delivering fliers from door to door, that he made a decision that seemed silly but worked out, with her, to be a great romance.
She was supposed to speak for the gods. Moan on cue. Spill their secrets at climax. But when a thief breaks the silence, she doesn’t speak for divinity—she speaks for herself. What follows is a litany of gasps, her hips reciting a prophecy the gods never wrote.