After fifteen minutes of petting by Paris, I go to my room to research the aforementioned topics. I start with therapists in the San Francisco area and quickly realize that I will have to narrow my search in order to be more successful. There are a million and one people hanging out their shingles in… Continue Reading
Rainbow Connection; chapter one, part two
“Just that she’s sorry.” Paris’s cold tone indicates what he thinks of her apology. “She kept saying it. Like she always does.” He pauses to flip over whatever he’s making. “As if that makes it all better.” I sit there, tears silently dripping from my eyes. Paris turns around and sees me. “Oh, honey.” He… Continue Reading
Rainbow Connection; chapter one, part one
Ed. Note: I wrote this nearly twenty years ago in memory of my time in San Francisco. It’s the second of a trilogy, and I had a lot of fun writing it. Let’s see how well it’s aged, shall we? Paris runs his hands down my body, taking his time. He stares in adoration at my… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter thirteen, part two
“Wake up,” I hear in my sleep. It must be part of my dream as no one is home but me. “Wake up, bitch.” Not a very polite person; I wish her out of my dream. “Now!” Someone is shaking me. I feel something cold and metallic pressed to my temple. This is the most… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter thirteen, part one
I am in a pissy mood the rest of the day. All requests are unreasonable, and I am barely able to restrain myself from rolling my eyes. Nobody seems to notice my surliness because I’m adept at hiding my feelings, but I can tell that I’m nearing the end of my patience—not that I have… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter twelve, part three
I go to the kitchen to make myself a rum and coke before returning to the living room. I slump in the couch, ready to think some more. I can’t get Harry out of my mind, despite any solid evidence pointing at him. However, any theory involving Harry doesn’t take into account the note, the… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter twelve, part two
I focus on the conversation at hand. Lyle is a laidback kind of man with a knack for putting people at ease. After talking with him for half an hour, I feel as if I’ve known him for years. I can tell by the look on Paris’s face that he’s feeling the same way. I’ve… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter twelve, part one
“That was incredible,” I sigh after we have thoroughly explored each other’s bodies. She is by far the best lover I’ve had in a long time. We are lying on my bed, both satiated, our sweaty bodies pressing lightly against each other. She has her arm casually draped under my neck, and it feels right… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter eleven, part three
“Hello?” Vashti’s voice is soothing to my ears. “Vashti? This is Rayne. How would you like to go the Wild West with me tonight?” She agrees and says she’ll be over in a half hour. It gives me enough time to change. I wriggle into a slim black skirt that reaches my ankles. I pull… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter eleven, part two
I shut my eyes and try to think about what I know so far. However, my mind keeps returning to this information about Paris. Adopted. I try to put myself in my shoes and imagine how I’d feel if I realized that the people I thought were my parents weren’t, and that they’d been lying… Continue Reading