“Libby Liang,” she says briskly in a tone much different than the petulant tone she takes with me. “Lib, it’s me.” I pause as I feel the freeze emanating from the phone. “Look, you didn’t give me a chance to respond. You know I’m three hours behind you and I don’t get into work until… Continue Reading
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Don’t Rayne On My Parade: chapter seven, part three
When I am through, I shut down my computer. Ten o’clock. Early to be going to bed, but it’s been a long day. After getting ready for bed, I slip under the covers next to Paris. I have a king-size bed because I like space as I sleep, but the bed feels small with Paris… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter seven, part two
“If I wanted a man, I’d be with one,” Quinn explains. I sigh, not wanting to get into an argument about why butches are not men. It seems all we do is argue philosophy and beliefs. “If you like the black woman, go talk to her,” I say. “That’s what we came here for, right?”… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter seven, part one
“Rayne, got a minute?” It’s Quinn, waiting for me by my desk for the second day in a row. Her skin is wan and her smile is thin, tacked on with more than a dollop of willpower. “Sure, Quinn. Just let me grab a cup of coffee first.” I go downstairs to get my steaming… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter six, part four
“Ok, baby,” I say, touching his cheek. “I’ll do my best.” Paris leans forward and touches my lips with his. He presses his body against mine, and I can feel his hard cock digging insistently into my thigh. It would be so easy to have sex with Paris, and it would feel so good. That’s… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter six, part two
My parents would try to make it better by buying me little treats or whispering in my ear how special I was in my own way. My father would take me for walks, just the two of us, holding my hand so I wouldn’t get lost. We’d stop off in Chinatown to buy some special… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter six, part one
I pound on the door with my fist, demanding that Paris open the door. Seven-thirty is never a happy time for me, especially when I hadn’t fallen asleep until one the night before. I’m supposed to be there by eight-thirty which I’ll just make if Paris lets me in this minute. Paris grumbles, the toilet… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter five, part three
“It sucks,” Billie says hoarsely, slurping at her beer. “She was my girlfriend, you know.” “Really? I thought she was found by her girlfriend,” I say innocently. “Was that you?” I line up for a long table shot and neatly sink the one. The two is on the far rail with the seven in between. … Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter five, part two
“Uh, Rayne? Get to the point?” Vashti breaks into my recitation with impatience. “I do not need to know about every person who is wanting you. I do not have such time.” She is smiling impishly, daring me to defend myself. I ignore her and fast-forward. “Hey there, beautiful.” A harem girl wearing a purple… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter five, part one
“So, what happened?” I greet Paris eagerly when I get home from work the next day. The reporters have given up on us, so I don’t have to dodge them any more. A pity, really. I had come up with some pretty creative ways to evade them, and I rather enjoyed myself doing so. “Did… Continue Reading