On Friday nights, I go to Newcastle with a bunch of girlfriends, drinking, dancing and sometimes flirting a little bit. One particularly hot night, I was dancing with a couple
Hungry took his new slave by the hand and walked her out of the banquet hall to his motorcar. Neither spoke during the drive back to Hungry’s flat. He parked
Tom stood there, shocked right down to his toes. They were ignoring him – completely ignoring him! “Aardvark!” he said again, almost shouting this time. As before, all three beautiful
I was eight years old, my cousin Kelly was seventeen, as was her boyfriend Darcy. I was visiting Kelly and her family at their summer cottage near Penticton, a small