Tiny Tuesday (m)

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Tue, 09-18-2001 - 9:31am

Tiny Tuesday (m)


I know if you're like me, you've had a hard time writing during the last week. But this week, try to write a scene or story (less than 500 words) where at least one (or more if you want to make it really juicy-LOL)character is having an extramarital affair.

Happy Writing,

Mac

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Wed, 09-19-2001 - 12:41am

No Small Affair... (m)


Well, I couldn't resist! I had to right this in romance-genre language. What's an affair without a raspy breath or a deep moan? Sammi

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"I am so sick of your bullshit, Mick!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, not caring who in the apartment building heard me. "It's always me-me-me, with you! Why don't you grow up?"

"Why don't I grow up?" He stomped towards me, his hands waving in the air. "Why don't I grow up? What about Bob? You're fucking him on the side, aren't you?"

"Get real!" I pointed in his face, then leaned away as he grabbed my index finger. "And you haven't been getting it on with Monica?"

"Hell, no!" He let go of my finger, then shoved his hands into his jean pockets, pulling in a long breath, his nostrils flaring.

"I think we need to just call it quits. It's obvious we're not happy together..."

"You're the one who is not happy. You bitch about everything, Gayle." He ran a hand through his short blonde hair, glaring at me.

"I never see you. It's always a business meeting, or a new client. When the hell was the last time you were here for a weekend?"

"We agreed..."

"No," I leaned into his face, looking deep into his steel-blue eyes. "'We' didn't agree. You dictated this to me. I'm sick and tired of doing things on your schedule. We even have to look at your schedule to make love!"

"So," he grabbed my wrists and held my arms to my sides. "That's what this all about. If I'm not making it with you, I must be making it with Monica?"

"Yes..."

His mouth crashed down on my lips, his tongue invaded, tangling and twisting with mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him deeper into the kiss.

"God, you drive me crazy!" He moaned, pulling me down to the floor as we unbuttoned shirts and tugged at zippers.

"If I drive you crazy," I said between gasps. "Then do something about this mess. Divorce Monica."

"I'll divorce Monica," he rasped, disposing of my last piece of clothing. "When you divorce Bob!"

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Wed, 09-19-2001 - 4:29am

HaHa! Nice twist Sammi! Now I'm off to see what I can come up with! (n/t)


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Wed, 09-19-2001 - 9:50am

You got me, Sammi (m)


I didn't see that coming. Great and realistic dialogue. I thought your scene was really intense and moved along swiftly.

Good job!

Mac

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Wed, 09-19-2001 - 8:19pm

I love it! Great writing Sammi n/t


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Wed, 09-19-2001 - 9:39pm

My TT (m)


"Kate, have I done something to upset you?" I asked, resting my hand on the sheer black sleeve of her dress. "You seem short with me."

Her husband interjected. "No, it’s my fault. My wife is angry with me and taking it out on you." Jim patted his wife's hand just slightly before she pulled away. "I'd promised to take her sailing this weekend but unfortunately your husband and I have to go up to Atlanta."

"Don't you get sick of sharing your husband?" Kate said, pouring herself the last of the bottle of wine.

I glared at her with a closed mouth smile, and then said, "No, actually I enjoy the time alone."

"Well, Vinnie and I—"

"—Are happy to share Jim, aren't we?" My husband laughed, finishing her sentence.

"Oh sure, darling." She winked at him and twirled the empty bottle with her finger. "Did the cellar go dry, Jim?"

"No. Why don’t you accompany me downstairs, dear?" Jim answered.

Reluctantly, she agreed and rose from her chair, tipping it backward but Jim rescued the chair before it landed on the floor. Once in the stairwell, we could hear their bickering about her alcohol consumption. I whispered to my husband, "I told you she hates me."

"We're all friends here, Andi." Vinnie reached across the table and touched my nose.

"The woman wouldn't spit in my mouth if I was thirsting to death."

My husband rolled his eyes, his blonde hair didn’t budge as he shook his head. "You're so paranoid."

"So you're not having an affair with her?"

Before he could answer, Kate and Jim reentered the room. "Who's doing what and with who?" Jim inquired.

"Oh nothing," I said quickly.

Striking her husband lightly on the back of his wavy brown hair, Kate said, "Now who's being rude? Andi and Vinnie will never accept a dinner invite again.”

Vinnie glanced at his watch. "We'd better get going."

"No, please don't go.” Kate pleaded. “Jim, make them stay.”

“Kate, when are you going to learn you can’t always get what you want.”

Though I knew he was kidding, Kate took him seriously. Her inebriation swayed her judgment; I pitied her. “Jim, I do get what I want. Just not from you.”

Jim’s face drew long and my sympathy shifted to him. My husband’s silence shocked me. I expected him to comfort his friend or, at least, say something hateful to Kate but nothing happened. What seemed like five minutes was probably just two or three. “I think we’ll leave and let you discuss this in privacy,” I said to Jim, caressing his arm as I passed. Vinnie rushed from the room.

“There’s no secret here, Andi. You’re just too stupid to know I’m sleeping with your husband,” I heard Kate scream as followed Vinnie through their front door. A chill ran down my spine as I realized I wasn���t being paranoid, my husband was, in fact, having an affair and now I knew with whom.

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Thu, 09-20-2001 - 12:14am

My Tiny Tuesday...


Hi,

I just love these exercises! They're so quick to spin off, and the topics are fun.

I went over by about 80 words *slaps wrist*, so I hope you'll all forgive me.

Thanks,

Rachel

Cheryl checked her rear-view mirror again. The blue Ford Taurus was still there, about four cars back. Was it following them? She wasn’t certain. It had appeared ten minutes ago at the last red light. At a distance, it had followed them through two lefts and a right and then onto the freeway.

“What is it?” said Greg. “Something wrong?”

“It’s nothing. I just hate sneaking around like this. What if Chris calls Mariah looking for me? What if he finds out I dropped Mike off for rugby practice early? What if—”

“Relax, honey,” Greg crooned, slipping the straps of her tank top from her shoulders to rub her neck. He leaned over and began nibbling at her exposed skin.

“Greg! I’m trying to drive,” she said between giggles. The car began to drift toward the shoulder. With a quick jerk, she pulled it back into their lane.

Greg laughed. “Whoa, take it easy!”

“Sorry,” she said. ��I guess I’m just a little edgy. We’ve never done anything this rash before.”

“What? You think getting a hotel room is rash? Would you rather Chris walked in on us? Or one of the kids?”

“You’re right. I know that, Greg. You don’t have to go over the reasons why we decided to do this. I just wish everything was simpler.”

She glanced in the rear-view mirror again. The Taurus was still there. It had to be a coincidence. How could Chris have found out?

“What are you looking at?” said Greg, craning to look out the back window.

“Greg, wait! They might see you!”

“What? Who?”

She sighed. “I think we’re being followed.”

“That’s ridiculous!”

“I know, but there’s this blue Taurus that’s been behind us for nearly fifteen minutes.”

“What?” He grabbed the rear-view mirror and readjusted it so he could see. “Yeah, so there’s a car there. There are lots of cars on the freeway.”

“You’re right, Greg. I’m over-reacting.”

“Look, if you’re worried, just pull over and let them pass.”

“Okay, okay.” Cheryl turned off at the next exit.

“See, there’s nothing to worry about. They’re—wait! They’ve turned off too!”

Sure enough, the blue Taurus was turning up the exit ramp behind them.

“Omigod! I’m sure it’s Chris! What do we do?”

“Relax, relax, we’ll lose him. Quick! Turn into the parking lot here. We’ll double back on the other side of the mall.”

Cheryl did as she was told, hastily putting as much space between themselves and the other car. They ducked in behind Safeway.

“Okay, stop for a second and we’ll see if he drives by.”

In the rear-view mirror, Cheryl watched the Taurus drive by. Inside, she could make out an elderly driver and his wife.

Greg chuckled. “See, sweetheart, nothing to worry about.”

Cheryl took a deep breath and slowly let it out. She had not been this frightened in a long time. Things had gotten out of hand with Greg a long time ago, but she hadn’t realized how far, until now. Was he worth jeopardizing her marriage, her kids’ happiness, her own peace of mind over?

His brilliant baby-blues caught her eyes and held them. His full lips held the slightest hint of a smile. Yes, he was worth every moment of it.

“Hey, you’re trembling,” he said, sounding concerned.

“I’m okay,” she said, with a broad smile. Yes, she was trembling all over all right. But she wasn’t afraid anymore. “I’ve decided I want that divorce after all.”

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Thu, 09-20-2001 - 10:13am

FOR A MINUTE, I THOUGHT WE WERE GOING IN THE DIRECTION OF QAF...(M)


Good one, Mac! Sammi

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Thu, 09-20-2001 - 10:18am

NICELY DONE, RACHEL! (n/t)


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Thu, 09-20-2001 - 6:11pm

Great job Sammi....Juicy extra-marital affair for sure ! (n/t)


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Thu, 09-20-2001 - 6:22pm

Great story Mac. I like the line, (m)


"The woman wouldn't spit in my mouth if I was thirsting to death" You have some real believable charters in this one.

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