3.4 Girls’ Day Out

The intercom by the door buzzed; Jillian pressed the talk button. “Hello.” “It’s us!” Unmistakably, Flair’s voice. “Coming!” She grabbed her keys and headed quickly downstairs. Beside a full-sized metallic orange-red van with a narrow crimson stripe down the side, Min’s chair waited on the sidewalk, while a large woman with pinned-up copper-and-silver hair, in jeans and a white t-shirt, steadied Min down from the front passenger seat. A light-skinned young woman, in cut-off denim shorts and a neon yellow tanktop and sandals, a yellow and black scarf tied over her black hair, pounced on Jillian for a welcoming hug.…

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3.3 Mindfulness

On the bus home from work, as usual, Jillian pulled out her phone to check messages. “Beep. Jill? I’m sorry, something came up and I’m going to be doing major overtime into the weekend. I know I said I’d help you move some of your stuff into storage Saturday and supper afterwards, but I really don’t have any choice about this. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Love you! Beep. To save this message…” Delete. Jillian looked morosely at her phone before going on to the next. What to do? The storage space was paid for. She’d made…

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3.2 Clear the Air

“Beep. Kaylee and I made appointments to do the hair and nail thing Saturday. They’re keeping a spot open for you, but only if you call to confirm by five o’clock today. We haven’t seen you since the mall two weeks ago, and you aren’t answering most of your messages. What’s gotten into you? Tell me you’re coming and make sure you confirm! Beep. To save this message…” Delete. On to the next. She’d told Kaylee she was busy with moving-related commitments on Saturday. Clearly they hadn’t paid attention—any more than to the fact she’d been saving Saturday afternoons for…

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3.1 Resilience: Real World

Jillian woke from sleep that felt like it had been too deep for dreams—at least, any that she could remember. Tired… there was a reason she was so tired. She stumbled out of bed, stopped by the bathroom, and continued on to the kitchen. Still not really alert enough for much conscious information processing, she ate a plateful of leftovers from the fridge and made her way back to her bed. Instead of falling back asleep, though, she drifted lazily in between. It felt wonderfully relaxing, really. There was nowhere she had to be. She had permission to just do…

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Noveltrove and continuing

Since I’ve found a wider audience for this on Noveltrove Erotica (my author page), I’ll be picking it back up and going on with the editing and polishing and with releasing further chapters. The format being different, I redistributed the contents of Jillian’s twelve-hour debt payment into 6 sections, rather than the 12 it takes here in smaller pieces. I considered revamping the posts here, but decided just to let it be. Future posts, however, will be of more variable length, just going with the natural length of the segment rather than arbitrary maximums. Please note that I’ll be releasing…

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10 – Teacher’s Pet

Kate knew Damon left the room, heard him set things on the bed behind her, then heard him opening and closing drawers under the bed and setting down more things. It wasn’t easy at all to keep her eyes closed and wait, wondering what was going to happen. Damon leaned past her to open the dark curtains above the headboard, and she saw light against her eyelids, then he sat on the edge of the bed, more or less in front of her. “Hold out your right hand. You can open your eyes now.” She offered her hand, and watched…

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9 – Survey Says…

The heavy dark curtains made waking up a bit disorienting, since it was impossible to judge time. Kate made a mental note to do some research on the effects of being nocturnal and of frequent low light levels on human physiology, and stretched. For the second morning in a row, she found herself waking deeply content, and this time, it was coloured by a warm wonderful sense of connection and closeness. Damon stirred, rolled over to face her​—​they’d both moved in their sleep, but stayed in contact somehow. Sleepily, he yawned, then smiled at her, reaching up to touch her…

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8 – Reciprocation

Kate left the laptop there, since he’d said it would turn itself off, and went looking for Damon. He wasn’t at his desk, and his cup was empty; she glanced down the hall, but saw nothing. He hadn’t left the apartment, the chain-lock was still on, and she hadn’t heard or seen him go out onto the balcony. A bit worried, she called his name; getting no reply, she walked quickly to the hallway. Not in the smaller bedroom, but in the doorway of the larger, she stopped short. Damon knelt in the middle of his big dark-wood bed, facing…

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7 – Literature, Visual Arts, and Technology

Kate felt Damon move away from her, and grumbled a protest. He ran a hand over her hair. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Kate sighed, but lay still. At least, she intended to; a message from her bladder sent her to the bathroom, eyes mostly closed against the sunlight that crept around curtains and blinds. Still not awake, she returned to Damon’s bed and curled up drowsily under the blankets, her thoughts wandering happily through memories of sensations. Motion near her made her open her eyes. Damon opened a folding wooden table next to…

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6 – Nightlife

Kate considered her reflection in the mirror of Damon’s guest room, turning back and forth in place so the skirt of the white dress Damon had bought her​—​and asked her to wear to go out tonight​—​swirled around her legs. He was right, it really did flatter her wonderfully. The wide low neck simply begged for a necklace; instead, she picked up the blood-red scarf, doubled it, and slipped the ends through the loop to hold it in place around her neck. Against her skin, somewhat pale from countless hours indoors, chestnut hair and light-beige sandals and white dress, it was…

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