If you want to live a life you’ve never lived, you have to do things you’ve never done. – Jen SinceroIt was a little lie. Not big. But it would guarantee that her uncle would be home. Looking at the text again, Dean sent it. ‘Uncle O. Need you to sign papers for coach. Be home after school. No practice.’It was lunch. Reese would be up. She checked her family app and found him leaving the Family Advocacy Center. Good. Maybe Bunny could talk some sense into him.Plus, he knew that she had her coach for math in the morning. Seriously. What kind of a coach also taught trigonometry? The sadistic kind. Then again, what kind of an athlete took trigonometry? Possibly a masochist. Obviously, it was a good relationship.She had made a joke about that one time and the coach heard her. The next day at practice, Dean had found a note in her locker. “The beatings will continue until morale improves.” Dean had busted out laughing and tucked the note away before anyone else saw it.It was current
Expose yourself to your deepest fear. After that you are free. – Jim MorrisonTurkeys and pilgrims and Indians.Pearl insisted on doing something special with their nails for Thanksgiving. Bunny was excited about it and oohed and awed. Helen smiled and kept herself from crying. When she got to the counter to pay, Freddie waved her away.“It’s paid for. Your man paid.” He smiled at Bunny. “He paid for you, too.”“Oh, that was really sweet of him.” Bunny said and Helen just gave a smile and a small Uh-huh. Bunny drove them to their regular brunch spot and asked the hostess for a private table. Their regular waitress brought over their drinks and told them that their orders were in.“Spill.” Bunny said over her tea glass. “What?” Helen asked thinking she had missed something. “Something is bothering you. Tell me what it is.”“I… he… it just won’t work.”“Why not?”“He wants me to change.”“That’s all you’ve been doing lately. You changed your diet. Your daily routine. Your dress size
If you want to fly, give up what weighs you down. – BuddhaMonday morning Reese walked into the florist shop with the names of the flowers JD had given him. Well, most of them. Dean had said that they were hopeless since neither could figure what the star flower was. Reese looked around the shop a little bit while the clerk finished up with the other patron. It was in a shopping center that he had recently bought. This would be his second shopping center. It was a huge loss in the beginning. The profit would be in the long game. But he was willing to wait.He could afford to lose some money at the beginning of a project. And it gave others a chance to do just as he did. Start with a small business and let it grow. If he could say that he was part of the process of making someone’s dreams come true, he would consider himself a success. The money was nice. Being able to spoil his family was great. Helping someone fulfill their lifelong dream was the best. Also high on the list, was re
She remembered who she was and the game changed. – Lalah DeliahAfter lunch, Helen continued to look at the large bouquet sitting on her reception desk. Every time that she looked at it, she could feel her eyes water. She fought back her tears and forced a smile.“Helen?” Frank said from behind her. “Why don’t you step in my office for a moment?”She nodded and called Donna. After writing down the appointments, she locked her computer and headed down the hall. Knocking on the door to the inner office, dread filled her when she saw Katherine in the office also. There was also another man that Helen was pretty sure was Geoff, the manager of accountants. Compared to the suits that the two men wore and the expensive maternity dress that Katherine wore, Helen felt under dressed. She was wearing a black wrap dress that Reese had bought her from the P & Q boutique. It was a casual outfit, but professional. Most of her clothes from before she started going to the gym no longer fit her. The w
I believe in you, now it’s your turn. – Natalia HarhajDean and JD texted and spoke often. Each would send pictures and memes back and forth. At one point, he got caught sending a selfie of him at practice.“Who the hell are you texting?” Craig asked.“My girlfriend.” JD said it without thinking and thought that it was the right answer.“Is she hot?” One of the freshmen asked and Deon pushed the kid into the pool.“Is she hot?” Deon asked with a grin.JD scrolled up to the picture that Dean had just sent from her own practice. "Damn!" Craig said as he tried to take the phone from him."Get your hands off my phone before I tell your girlfriend your checking out mine." JD warned."Asshole." Craig muttered as coach ordered them all into the pool. JD got a message from Dean Friday afternoon asking if she could come to Sunday dinner for a few minutes. He told her that they were welcome to come for however long they wanted. It would be at their apartment this time and prepare for a fabulo
Nothing makes a woman more beautiful than the belief that she is beautiful. – Sophia LorenBunny ripped the pull tab open and carefully removed the pictures. The one on top was a silhouette of Helen in a doorway with sheer curtains covering her. She was in high heels with one foot on the ground and the other on the door frame at knee height. Her butt and head were on the frame with her back arched. One hand grasped the top of the door frame and the other was touching her chin with just her fingertips.“Holy hell.” Jaxon said. The next picture was the same pose but in color. The black skirt was short enough to show just a hint of the top of the thigh high lace. A black lace bra peaked out under the short fitted burgundy velvet jacket. “Hubba. Hubba.” Ty declared. The next one was a candid shot that Michelle took while Reese was helping Helen up on the high stool. Her skirt had ridden up exposing the top of her thighs. Her hands were braced on his arms and his hands rested on her wai
You’re a fighter. Look at everything you’ve overcome. Don’t give up now. – Olivia BensonJolene had been looking forward to Thanksgiving with her family. It had been weeks, if not months, since she had seen them. The last time that she had seen her family was after Ty got burned last month. Or was it the month before?It all seemed to blend into one long memory anymore.She had her suspicions about the triad. Jolene knew her brother better than he thought she did. She also saw the occasional looks and touches between the three of them. Maybe her mom’s new boyfriend would be there. JD had said that they were talking again but didn’t go into details. But they were all getting the daily pictures of her flowers. Jolene was glad that her mom was finally finding some happiness.Since JD was insisting on making his now famous apple crisp, she could try the dessert that everyone was raving about. At least she could still text and talk with her family. With that thought, she suddenly feared t
The ghosts of all the women you used to be are all so proud of who you’ve become. – Nikita GillReese was helping Dean with the last few dishes for their Thanksgiving meal. They were having it in Dean’s house since she had the double oven. Mary insisted on having a kitchen big enough to cook for large family parties. With nine sisters and way too many nieces to count, they had a lot of family. Even with it just being the three of them. both ovens were going. The turkey was already cooked by the chef at Oar House. Last time Reese had tried to cook a turkey by himself, Mary got a new kitchen. He was not making that mistake ever again.The large kitchen was designed in a modern farmhouse style with dark grayish blue and sea glass green. The countertops were a white quartz that complimented the reclaimed wood look floors. The radiant heated floors meant that Dean was usually barefoot. Just as she was now, with her gray pajama pants and hot pink Elvira shirt. Reese was in faded jeans an