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“This place has been an institution in South Austin for seven years now.
her thoughts were consumed by her relationship with her brother. He leaned on her for so many things, and that had been the case ever since they were children.
A second location would be a lot of work. Do I have the time, energy, and resources to pull this off . . . again?
Kendra, her coworker at Stellar Nails, waved with her free hand as she carried her own lunch tray in Jamie’s direction. Around the shop, Kendra was mainly known for her inability to lower her voice beyond a strong stage whisper, and her penchant for neon, graffiti-style nail designs.
no one but her and London knew that the name, as well as everything else about London’s new shop, had been stolen from her.
Jamie could clearly remember the moment she’d known her feelings for Peaches were deeper than friendship.
distance between them, letting Peaches’ strong arms encircle her. They stared into each other’s eyes for a long, lingering moment. Then Peaches grasped her chin and pressed her lips against Jamie’s. Every cell in her body caught fire as the kiss deepened, with Peaches’ sure hands slowly caressing and circling Jamie’s hips . . .
I haven’t posted on here in months. The last pic is one Claudia took, from my birthday. She looked at the image, showing her with Aiko, Jamie, Taylor, and Claudia at Austin Beerworks, their mugs raised in toast. Claudia’s incredible long-armed selfie skills allowed her to appear in the photo, on the left side of the frame.
“When could it ever be the right time to tell Mom and Dad that their perfect eldest son isn’t perfect? That he exists so far outside of their expectations?”
She owned seventy pairs of sneakers, and wore them to nearly every occasion. She did have two pairs of loafers (one black, one brown), just in case the odd occurrence might call for something more formal, and a few pairs of fashionable but practical nonslips she wore at work.
Claudia’s gathering was such an intimate one, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised someone noticed us standing off to the side together.
Then she proceeds to tell me that she wants to get to know me better, and that she finds me, and I quote, ‘extremely fucking attractive.’”
What will be hard is trying not to think about Jamie, the scrumptious way she looked in that dress, and everything she was trying to offer me. Aiko doesn’t need to know that, though.
I keep thinking she wasn’t serious, or that it was just the alcohol talking. But what if I’m wrong? What if she was serious, and she decides not to approach me again? I did reject her, even though I feel like I did it politely. What if that was my one and only chance with her, and I blew it?
“I know you like to forget you’re a woman, but there won’t be no such behavior for my precious granddaughters.”
She didn’t bother asking about the payment, because she knew she’d have to open her wallet to pay his copays . . . again.
You’d think RJ would have learned to make a decent ponytail by now, after raising three daughters all this time.
When I feel shitty and restless like this, there’s only one thing to do. Stress clean.
That was just enough sleep to make up for getting up early yesterday.
I know just the pair I need to dust Aiko’s ass on the court. Now where are they?
My curiosity is running wild . . . this is my chance to really talk to her, one on one . . . find out what makes Peaches tick.
need to focus more on my upper body—don’t wanna get those dangly arm-fat bat wings.
Roots getting kinda long . . . might need to touch up my color. Should I keep it blond, or go red?
Damn. I miss you, Mama.
It’s April. Mom’s birthday is coming up.
She’d been just shy of fifty-two,
claimed by heart disease, the same silent, insidious killer that had stolen so many other women from their family and friends.
photograph was one of Olivia, Ella, and Reagan, all dolled up for last year’s Easter services. Of the three of them, Olivia looked the most like Ann-Marie; she’d inherited her grandmother’s ey...
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I ain’t no lightweight by any means, but . . . this a whole lotta woman, even for me.
It’s nice to see the calm exterior cracking just a little bit.
Lucky for me, everything went pretty much as I planned it. I can’t really tell if I caught Peaches off guard, because she looked pretty calm throughout.
I was worried I might be coming on too strong, but she seemed to take it in stride.
Peaches was Fine, with a capital F. Her fresh-pressed work clothes, the fashionable shoes, the gold watch glittering on her wrist . . . those things only added to the visual appeal. What she really liked about Peaches, though, was her build. She wasn’t particularly tall, but height wasn’t a box Jamie needed to check for someone to be attractive. Peaches was solid, a big body. Broad shoulders, strong-looking arms, and that little extra bit of weight that let you know she could hold her ground in a windstorm without getting blown over. It was obvious she worked out, but she did it in a way that
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I wanna know what it feels like to be in those arms . . . I wanna know the power in those hips.
I bet she can blow my back right the fuck out. I just need ...
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