"You can come in" He said, arrogantly standing in the middle of his living room in his jeans and un-tucked shirt. Such a simple sentence said to the air in general and still I feel it stab at points in my body; freezing me in place. My feet are rooted to the ground and I cannot go back or move forward.
He comes towards me, crossing the area slowly and ever so steadily watching me.
Amy's life had settled into an enjoyable routine, mainly focussed on indulgent chats with patients and frequent romps with her newfound Filipino friend.
Ditzy, without ever intending to be, she rapidly became everyone's favourite nurse and, since political correctness held no sway within these private walls, attracted many a friendly pat on her perfectly formed posterior.
In truth Amy was being paid to be a tangible feel-good factor. Predictably she was propositioned - an oil-Sheik offered a house should she consent to being more liberal with her favours - but Amy charmingly deflected such inducements in a manner skilfully contrived to leave both parties un-offended.
Looking for Adventure
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Dear Readers,
As always, thank you for choosing to read one of my writings. I appreciate your support, love to read your comments, and hope you enjoy the read!
~Apple
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It never ceases to amaze me, even after six years of teaching university level courses, that at least one student will think they're smarter than you. In an age where universities and professors have software to scan papers and pick up on key words and plagiarized thought flow analysis, you would think they would stop stealing from people's works.