Read Books OnLine!

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Writing Continuing Story Series Online!

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Voice Over Acting Earn Extra Cash!

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How To Keep Your Head In These Troubled Times!

In our world today everything seems so bad. Perhaps you're wondering if you can make it, sometimes you feel like you're losing ground, and everything is falling apart. The world is in lockdown and jobs are not there anymore, and how can you hold on any longer. Well, realize that you are not alone in these feelings. The whole world is feeling this too. But there are so many things you can do to stay sane and not only help yourself survive. This article has a lot of helpful tips and solutions for you. Check it out and you will be able to cope and help others cope too!! https://www.bluezones.com/2020/03/50-ways-to-stay-sane-during-this-crisis/

Why Is Poetry Cinsidered The Language Of The Soul?

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A Poem For Humanity!

A Poem for humanity My prayer today: Dear Lord train our ears to hear the cries of humanity. Only you can do that. The whole world is crying..."Do you hear me?" As followers of Jesus, we can answer YES...I hear you & I care! Think about this today as you go about your daily routine. Here's a little poem I wrote one day as I watched people passing by on the streets! Have a blessed day all...You are loved! Pastor Janet Faces! In this world, so many places, filled with so many faces. Passing daily on the street, they never touch, they never meet. They all have secrets that they hide, to keep the world outside. Afraid to trust enough to share, and still, they want someone to care. They brush a shoulder, share a smile, as they walk another mile. Never letting others know, how much their need has grown. Their just a person on the street, you never touch, you never meet. Each day to them is like before, and they look for nothing more. Their just a face you see in a crowd, that's shouting to you oh so loud. Can you hear me?"

The Qualities Of A Good Writer!

If you are serious about writing, then here are some qualities every good writer should have. Read them carefully and look into your heart and see if these speak of you and your passion to be a writer, and how truly committed you must be to the craft. Link below. https://www.writerslife.org/qualities-good-writers/

Are You Being Bullied As An Adult!

Are you constantly being picked on at home, school, or work, and you're an adult. Do you just brush it off and say, "That's just his/ or her personality" but it doesn't happen to others. It always seems to happen to you. You are the joke of the office, or at home nothing you seem to do is right and you're ridiculed for everything. In college, the guys always use you as an example of weakness because you don't stand up for yourself? Then this blog is for you! Bullying can happen at any stage of life. You need to recognize the signs of bullying because it could be happening to you and learn what to do about it https://lifehacker.com/how-to-handle-being-bullied-as-an-adult-1726099137

Author Fright!

You have probably heard the phrase "Stage Fright: and probably know what it means. Its when an actor or actress gets nervous before a performance and often forget their lines and can't remember, or speak because of this fear. Well, there is also "Author Fright" too. You're probably asking yourself, just what that is. Actually, it's basically the same thing. You go to an author book signing to see that author whose books you love so much. You want to tell them how their book touched your life and impacted your future. You stand in line for hours, then finally you are in front of him, or her and your mind goes blank. All the wonderful things you were about to say, suddenly are gone, and you stand there a frozen statue. You walk away with a signed copy of their book, and empty inside and frustrates. You scold yourself for not speaking. Well, this post is just for you. It will help you know what to say and get over this feeling. Click this link below and be prepared for that next author signing with confidence and know just how to talk to your favorite author! https://bookriot.com/how-to-talk-to-your-favorite-authors/

Stimulus Package Up Date/ It's Coming Today????

Well, today is the day, or so they say. The stimulus package is supposed to be revealed today with all the information the public has been waiting for months ago! So if you are not informed, then read this post and click the link below and find out just what its all about and when your money will be coming, and how much you will get!\ https://www.forbes.com/sites/jimwang/2020/07/26/next-stimulus-package-on-monday-1200-stimulus-check-eviction-moratorium-and-reduced-unemployment-aid-in-cares-2-act/#46947ed4226a

Designing My Front & Back Covers For My Novel In Progress!

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Fast Or Slow? Which is Best As A Writer????

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Writing That "Killer" Back Cover For Your Book!

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Using Illustrations in Books!

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Joining A Social Network/ Yes? No? Maybe?

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When Is The Money Coming? Our Next Stimulus Check Update

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Hey! A Another New Publisher

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Saturday Afternoon Romance Story 4 You!/ A Right To Love!

Emily Collins stood looking from her bedroom window, her thin frame pressed tight against the pane. Beulah sighed, as she watched her standing there. She was young and beautiful with creamy white skin, Rosy Cheeks, green eyes, and long red hair that flowed past her tiny waist to her slim hips. She remembered the first time she saw her it was the first day on the plantation. It Seems Like Only Yesterday, when in reality it has been 10 years. She was a woman now, 20 years old. A woman who should have parties and handsome suitors begging for attention, but she had no one. Although Beulah had no say so, she could understand why her father was doing what he was. I know you're there Beulah, Emily said as she turned and smiled. She could barely make out the shadow of a figure that was standing behind her but then she didn't have to. She knew her distinct walk, the way the floor sagged under her as her feet hit, and the smell of the kitchen still in her apron as she entered. Beulah was her daddy's black slave. A heavy-set woman, with large arms and breasts, and although her Daddy had other slaves, none of them was like Beulah. She could make her laugh, and told her stories about her family in South Carolina, before she was taken away from them. Going blind didn't seem so bad as losing your family like she had. The war between the North and the South was over, yet her daddy slaves stayed on. Beulah said Mr. Collins was a good master, who treated them all well. Emily knew they were right. Her father treated everyone with dignity regardless of their color, which often brought him problems from his white associates. But everyone in Atlanta knew he was a kind man. " So what are you thinking about miss Em?" Beulah place your hands on Emily's shoulders leading her to the bed. Emily could smell the fresh scent of pine she use to scrub the sheets and pillows. It was a scent she would miss after today, along with everything else in the house. By tomorrow she would be in another house, it would be strange to her but she would learn how to get around . It would be what was expected of her . "Just wondering about tomorrow." She answered slowly stretching out flat on the bed as she hugged her pillow as if some how she could store the scent in her memory. It'll be okay miss Emily, Beulah, tried to sound happy, but she knew the feeling of being taken from your home to a strange place. Something all slave shared alike. Master Rawley, him have a big house, lots of people doing and fix-in for you." She loosened the back of Emily's dress and helped her into her long lace gown, then brush her hair with long slow strokes. Emily pulled the quilt up close around her. Come tomorrow she was expected to be a woman and a wife. Master Rawley's wife. Her body shiver at the mere thought of giving herself to a man she had never met. Jake Rawley was also thinking about tomorrow as he turned back the covers on his old oak bed. He knew his life was about to change. It was a change that he was really looking forward to. It had been eight years since his beloved Amelia died in childbirth, taking his only heir with her. He had resigned himself to the fact that he would never fall in love, or marry again. His friends and business associates on the other hand didn't agree and we always introducing him to eligible ladies they thought would fill his empty existence. It was on one such occasion at the mens club that he was introduced to John Collins. They had many things in common, they both owned plantations just 20 miles apart and we're in the cotton business . He often heard John speak of his daughter Emily, and the sickness that was driving her into blindness. The doctors could do very little for her, and he had little hope of any suitors who would be willing to take a blind woman to wife even if she was beautiful. Perhaps he concluded as he got under the covers it was the reason he listened when John presented him the idea of marriage to his daughter, a woman 15 years younger than himself. But he could offer Mr. Collins peace of mind by giving his daughter the security that he was so desperately seeking for her. He would make sure she had a comfortable life, as much as was possible for a blind person. Although John Collins assured him that his daughter was exceptionally beautiful, he was just as sure that she was not. He had no expectations except that she'd be willing to accept his proposal of marriage, show the common courtesy as the mistress of his home to his friends and business associates, and leave him to his solitude. At least that was what he wanted until he saw her. It happened quite accidentally, he was riding past their Plantation when his eyes caught sight of a vision of loveliness sitting out on The Veranda. She was having tea and holding a book in her hand. Her long red hair cascaded down over her back As she sat in a pink lace dress, while the wind played with the Hem of her petticoats revealing slim shapely ankles. She was beautiful, just as John Collins had told him.. But she knew nothing about him. Only that he was a stranger, who would probably expect wifely duties that usually cane with the conditions of love. He knew she would never look into his eyes, or see his face, or realize that he was at one time thought to be a very handsome man. That revelation would come, if she would give him the chance. As he rode away he watched her, the wind playing with her hair. A smile crossed her thin lips and he knew at a glance that he loved her, and he wanted her to come to love him too. But a marriage of convenience only bound her to him on paper, with what he wanted was to bind her heart with his forever. As he closed his eyes, he visioned her next to him. She would be frightened of him, and he understood that. He would give her as much time as she needed, until she felt the love he had in his heart for her. Then she would come to him and love him willingly. She didn't need eyes for that. " You best be getting up Miss Em", Beulah said as she opened the bedroom drapes. Morning and come so quickly Emily, thought, as she yawned, stretched, and swung her slender legs over the side of the bed. "Today is your wedding day." Beulah said in an anxious voice. " I know," Emily answered her voice void of any emotion. A woman's wedding day was supposed to be special, with excited girlfriends, gifts and dreams of the man she loved crowding her thoughts. But not for her. The only feelings she had were ones of fear for what was ahead. She was marrying a total stranger. She didn't care if he was rich and could provide for her. Her daddy wasn't poor and she could take care of herself. She was well-educated, knew braille, and ran her daddy's house efficiently. It was the life she loved, why did it have to change. But as she slipped into the warm bathwater Beulah and waiting for her, she knew why. Her daddy was well up in years, and the thought of his own mortality coming to an end, was the real force behind his actions. He wanted to secure his daughter's future while he was still around to see it. Love had never entered his mind. But it had hers some time ago, when she was in Boston. She remembered Charles Langton, her braille teacher. He was very attentive to her especially since it was unusual for a sighted person to attend the School for the Blind. And after she told him about her retinas deteriorating and that she would eventually be blind, he spent many evenings tutoring her, and telling her how brave she was. He seemed to care for her. He was tall and lanky, with curly hair and smooth hands that she loved holding as I walked along together. His warm smile gave her hope for the future. It was hard to leave Boston but he promised her that he would write and he did but eventually the letters became less and less until they were no more. Even as her world became dimmer and dimmer she had not forgotten Charles, his face was etched in her memory. "Sit still miss Emily, Beulah scolded to her, as she proceeded to lace up the corset around her warm pink flesh, that showed her womanly bosom. "I wish you were coming too," Emily said anxiously, wonder what she would do without Beulah. She had always been there for her, to dress her when she woke up or went to bed. She was the one person she confided in. Beulah could see the tears welling up in her eyes, she wanted to comfort her, but it would only make things worse. She quickly started fixing her hair in a Cascade of curls that would be fitting for a master's wife. "Have you seen him,"Emily is anxiously, pulling away from Beulah's dutiful hands. She could feel the Silk curls as they fell in ringlets around her ears and neck. "Yes I see's him." ." What's he like?" Beulah could see that worried look on Emily's face and stopped and sat down on the vanity chair beside her. " I see him talking to your papa the other evenin . Him real tall and handsome, with hair as dark as molasses, and eyes too. His face was right kind looking and him have them long arms and legs good for horse riding." Emily smile nervously, as she leaned both elbows on her knees. She knew Beulah would not lie to her. " Master Rawley, I hear's he's a good man, lots of women be glad to be his wife. Him have a big house like your Papa's here, lots of rooms and servants to do and fix for you." Emily smile. " I hear he had a wife long time ago. Her die birthin his youngin, and baby died too. Now we best get you ready Miss Emily, Master Rawley, him sending carriage for you and your papa this afternoon." As Emily yielded to Beulah's wishes she felt sympathetic for master Rawley. She knew how much a male heir meant to a man. Her father and almost died himself when her brother Jonathan was killed in the war at Gettysburg, but she still had no desire to be Master Rawley's wife. John Collins sat erect in the Double Wing chair in his study. His gray hair neatly combed and parted to the side, as he puffed relentlessly on his favorite cigar. For man of 65 he still has features that would turn a woman's head when ever he went into town. His tall statues physique, broad shoulders and chest, could hold their own with the youngest of men. But today he felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him. "Master Collins," Beulah voice caused him to turn. She was standing in the doorway, with her head lowered and her hands clasped together. He could tell that she was disturbed about the whole affair although she said nothing, and it bothered him a bit. She and Emily were more like mother and daughter. It had been that way from the beginning when she came to the plantation after Emily's mother passed away of the fever. Emily had become an extended part of Beulah's family. If six children of her own weren't, enough for her and Earnest to care for. And he knew about the secret meetings at night when Emily had taught them both to read and write. " Yes. What is it?" His blue eyes deepened and as he looked at her. "I had them trunks put on the front porch for when that their Carriage comes." John Collins nodded silently. " There's something I'd like to say to you. He walked over and stood by her. I know you love Emily." Beulah dried her eyes on her apron. " Yes...um, I do." He smiles. So do I." "Him is a good man....Master Rawley I mean. Him treat miss Emily good?" John Collins patted Beulah's shoulder. "Yes Beulah.....Jake Rawley is a good man...and Emily will have a god life." Beulah turned quickly and walked away, but he could hear her silent crying as she left. As he watched her go out, his attention Was drawn to Emily's figure on the stairs. She looked so beautiful in her white satin wedding gown with billows of petticoats and Lace, that he almost staggered when he saw her. For one moment it was as if her mother Elizabeth was standing there, and he was the captive groom. "You look lovely Emily," he said walking over to extend his hand. It surprised me when she pushed it away. John Collins could hear the tension in her voice and he knew she was displeased with him. The carriage would be coming soon to carry them to Jake Rawley's home. How could he let her go this way, feeling that he was casting her out because of her blindness. He followed her out onto the porch, where she had taken a seat in the old wicker swing that she loved as a child. As he looked at the face of a woman it was an image of the child that he was remembering. The child that clutch at his heartstrings. The warm Summer Breeze they shared together, and the Small Voice that question them about life and love. He watched her as your fingers move nervously to brush a wayward girl from her forehead. I love you Em," he said his voice cracking with intense emotion. Emily looked toward the image standing in the doorway. It had been a year since she had seen her father's face clearly, but you knew he was crying. He never called her Em,only Beauty did that. "Oh Father," she rushed into his arms as he covered her face with kisses, his strong arms holding her as when she was a child. " I understand, really I do father," she tried to assure him as he held her in his arms. The Carriage was coming slowly up the road to take her to another time and place but neither of them saw it. It was their moment. She wasn't a woman or a bride,they were merely father and daughter to suspended it in time. Jake really never thought he would feel this happy again and he anxiously awaited their Carriage arrival that would bring his future bride to him. But he also knew that Emily Collins didn't share the same anticipation as he. He felt remorse knowing that she felt no love for him. She was only fulfilling her father's wishes, nothing more. In time he hoped that would change, but there were no guarantees in the matters of the heart. His beloved Amelia had loved him from the start. They were kindred spirits and had been from their youth. Their Love and marriage had been eagerly anticipated by both their families and brought joy to all in their hometown of Charleston Virginia. Even when they move to Atlanta the town's folk spoke of the love that shines in their eyes for each other. "Master Rawley....Master Rawley, Bessie voice bellowed with excitement, as she rushed into his study. They's come in the carriage." He tried to calm himself as he followed, his her tall dark frame, and long legs with his thick black hair and popping in front of him. Bessie she has been with him for what seemed like a lifetime. She had nursed his sick wife until the end. Although she was a free woman she chose to stay on with Lewis her husband who cared for the Rawley's horses. Their twin boys Jacob and Elijah had been born in his own house and he's taken quite a liking to them. It would be Bessie that he would entrust the care of his wife, to make her make her feel welcome and comfortable and help her to learn her new home. Passion Andrews Was waiting on the porch along with a few of Jake's business associates. Bob Butler., Lou Myers, and Jake's only living relative Jim Raleigh. He could see the questioning glances passing between them as the carriage came slowly to a halt. And as he descended the stairs to meet it, he felt the Cool June Breeze mingle with the perspiration on his brow. His black tailored suit and Tails, and ruffle shirt, felt more like a straitjacket than a groom's attire. The Carriage seemed miles away with each step as his legs grew heavier and his throat dryer. When he finally reach the latch on the door that separated him and his intended, he was aware of his hand shaking nervously. He nodded to John Collins as he stepped off, and move to the side smiling. Emily carefully took Jake's hand and he helped her out. Jake was absolutely mesmerized by her beauty and Grace. She could feel his strong grip still holding your hand, and your eyes could dimly make out his tall lean figures as he led her by the arm to the steps. There are eight steps you said Softly His head was so close to her, that you could smell the scent of his freshly shaven face, as he secure her every step until they entered a large room that was wonderfully and smelled of peach blossoms and pine soap . It was a scent that was familiar to her, and made her feel a little less apprehensive, she could hear the voice of her father, and the other gentlemen talking in the hallway behind her comment as Jake Reilly letter to a long sofa with soft cushions and pillows. Emily could feel him staring at her as he took a seat beside her. Although her eyes were Hazel she could see him looking carefully at every inch of her body. Her eyes finally his eyes finally settling on her face again. As he looked at her he was stunned by her beauty, and could not resist the impulse to touch her delicate face, only to have her pull away from his touch "If you need anything, Bessie will be happy to do for you," he said in a strong voice, as he got up quickly. He could tell that his touch was not welcome. He was acting like a lovesick School boy experiencing a woman's beautiful for the first time, when in reality he had known many women in his lifetime. " If I could freshen up a bit? " Emily stood to her feet their bodies facing each other. She had intended to drop back when he touched her it was just unexpected. She knew that tonight he might even expect more of her as a wife, and that frightened her a bit since she had slept alone in her own bed for so many years. Now she would have a man in the bed with her...a man who was now legally her husband. As Bessie took her arm and she followed her out of the room Jake Rawley watch her until she faded out of sight, and down the long narrow hallway. He knew he had to control himself if he was to win her heart, or he might lose her forever. He Slumped down on the couch knowing how much he wanted her to love him. It has been a long time since he had a wife and he hoped he could still make a wife happy as much as he made his wife first wife Amelia so long ago. As he arose to greet the other guests that was filing into the living room he tried to put the thought of Emily out of his mind. The Parson was now there for the ceremony, and he had to concentrate on that. Emily found Bessie very enjoyable to be around. In minutes she had told her all about her life with Jake Rawley, her twin boys, and her husband Lewis, as she cooled her face and neck with cold towels, and refresh the curls Beulah has spent time fixing. Emily listen to Bessie carrying on about her wonderful Master Jake Rawley, and how kind and gentle he was, and how all the women long to be his wife and marry him in her place. Emily wished at that precise moment that she could have granted those woman's wishes. Emily had always dream that she would have a large and elaborate wedding, but she had seen only a few people on the veranda when she and her father arrived. Her father met her and Bessie met her and Becky in the hallway, where he took her arm, then escorted her the rest of the way, until he placed her hand into Jake's. Emily didn't hear the organ playing. All she could hear was the pounding of her own heart as Jake Raleigh walk silently up beside her, then his footsteps stopped right next to her. They stood in front of a short man coming with bushy hair. Emily couldn't make out the shape of a book in his hands and knew that it was the Holy Bible. And that they were facing the minister, who in only moments would pronounce them man and wife. As Jake Reilly Stood beside her, he could see the quivering of her full lips and feel the shaking of her arm as he held it firmly to steady her. He wanted to take her in his arms and tell her that she had nothing to fear from him, he only wanted to love her even if she didn't love him. His hand slid down her arm until his long fingers entwined hers, and he rubbed them gently. He was sure fate had brought her to him. And when he felt her fingers curled around his in return, he was just so sure that one day she would love him back. As eager guests gathered around Jake Rawley and his new bride, Emily was ever aware of his warm hand around her waist. Her thoughts still lingers on his kiss, when they were pronounced man and wife. She never expected his lips to be so warm and soft, or her mouth to part so instinctively. She had never before kissed a man and what was that strange sensation that she felt in your whole body and made her feel weak in her knees. If his arms hadn't been there to hold her, she probably would have collapsed onto the floor in front of everyone. "Emily." she bared her thoughts with the sound of her father's voice. Jake's arm slid down from her waist as he stepped away giving her a private moment with your father. John Collins prayed that Jake Rawley would be gentle with his daughter tonight of all nights. There was so much that she didn't know about a man, and he had been reluctant to tell her. He had always start on their her special wedding day that her mother would share such an intimacy with her. " You look so beautiful Emily so much like your mother, he said sadly giving her a kiss on the cheek tonight he cleared his throat struggled to find the right words to prepare her. Tonight will be different than any other night, things will be expected of you by your husband." Emily watch the shadow of the man that she had loved and respected all her life, who was never at a loss for words pace nervously in front of her as if he was trying to tell her about what was ahead. "I know father," she said, her arms suddenly tight around his neck. He could still feel her shaking as he pulled away, and walked out of the living room to the awaiting carriage that would take him back to his plantation but without his daughter Emily. Emily could feel the weariness of the afternoon tugging at her, as everyone went out on the veranda where Bessie serve them wedding cake and a tall cold glass of lemonade. Se found Jake's cousin Jim Rawley to be a fast talker, who took pleasure in telling things they did as a child in Charleston. As she listened to his stories she wished her father had stayed longer but knew why he hadn't. " I'm really not that bad of a guy is my cousin makes me out to be," the deep voice of Jake Rawley remark. He placed the tall grass and lemonade in her hand as he took a seat beside her on the swing. He could see the tiredness on her delicate face, and took the liberty to put his arm around her pulling her close to him. He was overjoyed when she didn't pull away, but slowly rest your head on his shoulder. " I'm sure you were an angel as a child, he said, nothing like your husband." Emily could hear the steady beating of his heart in her ear as she rested her head on his room chest. He referred to himself as her husband. It sounded strange to hear, but that's what he was and tonight she would be his wife. She sat up easing out of his arms, and turned sideways facing him. "Father says I was an angel, she smile but I'm not sure, he's prejudiced where I'm concerned." "And he should be, he said, reaching over over taking her hand in his. I could never imagine you doing anything wrong." She could see him closing the distance between them, and feel his hand reaching up to stroke her face. Jake felt propelled by a force stronger than he could control as he lifted her mouth to his. her mouth to his. Her lips trembled at his second kiss, then then parted allowing him privilege to the sweetness of her mouth. Emily such a wonderful warm flood her body. How could she feel such strange enjoyment from a man he knew nothing about. But as she open your eyes, he gave her no time to think as he took her fully in his arms again, kissing her deeply with no resistance from her at all. As Bessie led her to the upstairs bedroom and Jake said his farewells to his business associates and his cousin Jim Rawley, Emily knew that tonight would be different than any night in her life. As Bessie open the door to a large room, she could make out a huge four-poster bed before her. She walks slowly to it and seated herself on the satin comforter, as she waited for Bessie to return and help her undress. The drapes were wrong and why and there was very little light in the room making an even more difficult for her to see. When the door opened it wasn't the figure of Bessie her eyes beheld...but the tall lean figure of Jake Rawley himself. "I was waiting for Betsy she said nervously you said if I needed anything I should ask Bessie." He looked at her a long minute. "what is it that you need," he questioned as his hand move slowly over her back and down her spine causing her heart to beat wildly. " I need help undressing that's all." Her voice was cracking and she knew he heard it as he move closer to her. " That's what husbands are for," he said softly as he started unbuttoning the numerous buttons on the back of her satin gown. Jake could feel her shiver as his fingers made their way down her back as his fingers made their way down her back. Ff nothing more he would lay with her, feel your body next to his, and just hold her in the night. With the last button undone he slid the dress from her shoulders and help her step out of it. Emily heard his footsteps as he gathered the dress in his arms and cross the room with it, and then return. Then he proceeded to unlace her corset, and help her out of her pantaloons. Her breath caught in her throat knowing that she was naked before him. "You have nothing to hide from me Emily...nor I you." Even with dim eyes she could see that he was removing his clothes too. First his suit coat, then his shirt, trousers, lastly his shoes, until he stood naked before her too. He lifted her into his arms and lowered her to the bed. Emily could feel the satin sheet beneath her as he laid her down, then gently positioned himself next to her. He felt a burning desire in his body to love her, but knew in his heart that now was not the time. as he looked at her. She was everything he could ever want. 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Pg. 3 Missy Taylor listened as her Laura relived her dream date with Ryan Davis. She forced a smile, but inwardly she hated what she was hearing. Why did Laura always seemed to have everything good happen to her. She was from a wealthy family. A doctor father, a lawyer mother, two brothers who were in college at Harvard, and she herself was looking to a career in medical school after they finished junior college and she went off to Stanford to study pre-med. She herself wasn’t sure which direction she wanted to go, and besides, her parents couldn’t afford an expensive university, so it was the local university for her anyway. So why choose now. She still had plenty of time to make that decision. Yes, it seemed so unfair. Her family struggled to simply survive, they weren't destitute by any means, but her father worked hard as a school teacher, while her mother worked at a factory as a seamstress. She was an only child, so there were no other siblings she could confide in to share her feelings about life. “So, who’s your date for the Graduation dance Missy?” Pg. 4 Laura looked at her. There was a smirk on her face. She knew she didn’t have a date, and she wanted to rub her face in that fact. She looked over at Laura, sitting there, her long black hair resting totally beautifully on her shoulders. In Leather slacks, cashmere pink sweater, and knee high boots. Every boy in school wanted to date her, and she knew it. “I’m leaving my options open. Not sure yet who I want to go with Laura, too many choices.” She knew she was lying, but she said it anyway She could see Laura smiling a bit. She knew She was lying too. Missy often wondered why she put up with her. They really weren’t friends, not in the real since of the word. She wasn’t in Laura’s circle, although she tried desperately to fit in. Laura seemed to take joy in all the efforts she made, but still she was an outsider, someone she would throw a crumb to, now and then, to appease her efforts. She looked up just in time to see Mac Mackenzie walking in there direction. She covered her face with her hands. He always seemed to follow her where ever she went. He was the one thorn in Pg. 5 her flesh, so to speak since grade school, and now junior college. “Hey Missy,” he called her name loudly, making all eyes turn in her direction. She wanted to run and hide, as Laura started laughing. “See you later Missy, your boyfriend is coming,” Then she rushed off, leaving her there with everyone looking intently at her. “Hey, glad I ran into you. He sat down on the bench next to her. Why was it his hair always seemed to be sticking up in that afro she so hated. Guys didn’t wear those anymore, at least not the guys she knew. And, he dressed like a nerd, with suits, and dress pants, and those glasses, oh boy! “Hi Mac, she said forcing a smile, turning her eyes away from him. “What do you want?” “Well, she could hear him clear his throat. I was wondering if you have a date for the graduation dance yet?” Missy looked at him strangely. “No, why?” “Maybe we could go together then?” Pg.6 “Are you serious, her eyes shot open wide. You and me. She started to laugh. That’s really funny Mac. I need a guy to go with.” “Well, what am I chopped liver?” Missy had never seem him upset before, until now. He flashed a hard look at her. “I’m a guy, or haven’t you noticed. He quickly picked up his books and walked away swiftly before she could even answer back. “Oh honey, you hurt his feelings. Her mother sat down on her bed beside her after dinner, for their usual recap of her school day. Mac is very sensitive, you know that. She smiled at her daughter. He’s been that way since first grade. And besides, you know he’s always had a thing for you.” “Mother, Missy said quickly. I could never like Mac....never.” “Never say never dear,” her mother replied, then kissed her warmly on the forehead and left the room. Missy sat up, reached over and opened her computer. She suddenly had a great idea. There were numerous sites, dating sites. She surely could find a guy for the dance on one of Pg. 7 those. “Let the search begin, she said softly under her breath...let the search begin! There were so many dating sites, which to choose became a problem. She needed to narrow her search to guys her age, single, and trustworthy. Awe, she said with a smile. This one is it. Even the sites name attracted her attention. “The Man Of Your Dreams.” She had never seen so many handsome guys before of all races, and colors. “You only need one guy, she said softly to herself...just one.” After a few looks at photo’s and the video promo’s they provided she narrowed her search down to three. One African American, one Hispanic, and one Caucasian. They were all between twenty and twenty five. She finally settled on Marcus Norton the African American. She scrolled his video again. He was perfect. Good ratings, letting her know he had been chosen before, and seemed to be a safe choice since there were no complaints about him. She clicked her choice and then filled out her own personal profile, then clicked upload and bit her lip as she waited anxiously for a reply. She only Pg. 8 needed him for this one event, which she explained in detail. Her eyes looked anxiously at the screen, then lit up when she saw the reply. He wanted to chat with her online now. He told her to click the chat button on the right. In moments they were chatting. Missy was happy to see how handsome he was, and that he was a professional basketball player in Chicago. He told her more about himself, and complimented her on her photo. She explained to him that her hair was really long, but this was the only shot she had available for now. She told him all about herself, where she lived, since he would need her address to pick her up, and gave him her phone number. It was all set except for one thing. She needed to transfer three hundred dollars to a specific account to cover all the extras. Exactly what are the extra’s she typed back. He explained that the extras would include, limo, flowers, champagne, and fancy dinner at a local restaurant in Chicago, and cover the hours she needed him to stay there. It didn’t sound to bad, she decided and typed by her okay. She would use her own savings. There Pg. 9 was just one more thing. He would be unable to pick her up on that day at her home because of a basketball game earlier that afternoon. He would have the limo driver come to her college, if that was okay. After thinking, she decided it was, and gave him the college address. He promised to be there by 7pm, and that she would recognize him wearing a black tux, brown silk tie, holding a bunch of red roses just for her. She wired the money through PayPal. She closed the computer. There it was all done. She sighed deeply. She couldn’t wait to see Laura’s face when she saw her with a handsome man at the dance. The look alone on Laura’s face was worth the three hundred she had to invest. She stretched out on her bed. There was no way she could tell her folks what she had done. There were so many predators and dishonest people out there. They would never agree with what she had just done. In their eyes it would be stupid foolish, and extremely dangerous. She would just have to pretend to be going with someone they would approve of. And she knew just the person...Mac Mackenzie Pg. 10 It was wonderful to share her news with her childhood friend Ashley. She was the one friend and only true friend she could trust. It surprised her when Ashley said it was a terrible idea, and dangerous. “I thought I could count on you Ashley.” Missy looked at her, disappointed. “You can, but Missy you don’t know this guy. She sat down on the bed beside her. He could be a serial killer, or something, and besides he already got three hundred dollars from you, what’s next, your life!” Missy sat up quickly. “I just wanted to have a date, someone to show off to Laura and her circle.” “Have you told your parents about this?” Ashley looked at her, I’m sure they wouldn’t like it at all.” Missy got up and closed her bedroom door. “Hush, they might hear you.” Ashley stood up. “I hope they do, and talk some sense into you. This is utterly foolish Missy.” “You can’t tell them about this. Missy grabbed her friends hand. Promise me Ashley, promise Pg. 11 me...pinky promise.” Ashley agreed, as they linked their pinkies together. “But I still say it’s foolish Missy, and I’m really scared for you.” She threw her arms around Missy and hugged her tightly. What had started out as a good idea was now beginning to sound not so good. But then the thought of Laura canceled that out quickly. She had made a decision, she now had a date, and she was sticking to it no matter what. What her mother said about Mac was right. She did need to apologize to him for what she said. It degraded him a man. And he was a man, just not her man as everyone thought. It was always Missy and Mac in grade school, high school, and now junior college. She was happy to hear that after junior college he was going off to Howard University in Washington DC to finish his education. It was where his father attended. He would study to become a dentist, like his father, and upon graduation return and set up practice with him. It seemed he too knew what he wanted in life. She stretched out on her bed thinking. What did she really want to do with her life? Pg. 12 The only thing she really loved doing was writing. She had numerous journals, poems, and stories. She turned over, and looked up at the ceiling. What ever it was, time was passing, and she had to make some choices about her career, and soon. She was 20 years old and a woman now. One day soon she would be out of the house and living on her own. She didn’t have to tell her parents everything anymore. Her decisions, were her decisions. She would talk to her adviser on Monday, about looking into Journalism, and other creative writing courses. At least that would be the place to start. She would talk to Mac later, but for now, she had to think about a new dress for next Saturday, and then tell her parents she would be going to the graduation dance with Mac, when in reality, she was going with a perfect stranger. Undressing, she slipped off her clothes, and got into her pajamas, and crawled into bed smiling to herself It was all so perfect. What could possibly go wrong! Ashley accompanied her to Burlington, where there was a dress sale going on. As she Pg. 13 looked through the dresses she became depressed. “Laura ‘s probably buying her dress right now at Macy’s,” she blurted out as she rambled through the rack. “Well, you’re not Laura, and these dresses are gorgeous.” Ashley turned Missy around to face her. “You need to get Laura out of your mind right now, okay? She walked a bit ahead of Missy. “And besides, I don’t have a date either and I’m not depressed, well, maybe just a little. She smiled. I’m going stag...just little old me, all by myself.” Missy began to feel guilty. Here she was complaining, when poor Ashley had no date at all. Missy’s face lit up. “I’ve got it!” “Got what, Ashley turned and walked back to her. Oh! You’ve finally seen the danger in what you’re doing and you’ve decided to call the hole blind date off. Thank God. She reached over and hugged Missy. I’ve been praying you would.” Pg. 14 “No, Missy pushed Ashley away. You should go with Mac, that would be perfect, then everyone will be happy, right?” “No, Ashley said forcefully. Mac’s totally into you, and no one else. You just can’t see it can you. She shook her head. Mac’s a total hunk. Dreamy brown eyes, tall, handsome, athletic build, great in sports, and as smart s all get out. All the girls want to date him, but he’s holding out for you stupid. If you would just open your eyes you’d see him.” “You sound like my mother, I think she’d like it if Mac and I got together too.” Missy turned away. “Well it’s not going to happen. Mac’s just a friend, nothing more.” Ashley thew her hands up in the air. “Totally blind...totally blind, she muttered as she walked away” Once home she rushed Ashley upstairs. She thought that after she saw the photo of her date, Marcus Norton, and read his profile, she might think differently. Hum.... Ashley muttered. Then another hum, and silence. “Well, Missy nudged her with her elbow. Pg.15 “See, he’s totally awesome. He’s a basketball player, and totally gorgeous. And he has no bad reviews from previous dates. They all say he’s a real gentleman. “Well, maybe. Ashley looked at his picture again. I’m still not sure. He’s to perfect Missy, to perfect.” “Missy stretched flat on the bed. “Yea, just the guy to totally get to Laura.” Missy watched Ashley shake her head. “Still not convinced.” Ashley stretched out beside her. Don’t like the fact that he can’t pick you up at your home, and that you had to wire him money. Ashley turned over on her back. Don’t like the sound of the whole thing.” “Oh Ashley, you’re so skeptical about everything.” Once Ashley was gone she pulled out the dress she and Ashley finally decided on. It was red satin, flared a bit, and showed off her nice figure. Oh, she wasn't shapely like Laura, but she did look nice once dressed up. Her red heels would add to the dress just what was needed to make her look Pg. 16 pretty. She could hardly wait for next Saturday to come. She wouldn’t be the bell of the ball, Laura would be that as always, but she definitely would fit in with everyone else. The next day she rehearsed in her mind what she would say to Mac. She sat at the entrance of the humanities center waiting for his class to end. Her mom was right. He was a very sensitive guy. She and Ashley often saw him crying when something sad happened, or an animal was hurt. She remembered how he cried when ET went home at the end of the movie . Yes, she definitely owed him an apology. She thought about all Ashley said about Mac. She was rolling it all over her mind, when he doors swung open, and students came rushing out. Then she saw him. Ashley had accused her of not seeing him. She blinked, then looked at him as he walked closer, then strolled by her as if she wasn't there. “Mac, she yelled, as she hastened her steps to catch up with him. From behind he looked very tall, athletic. “What did I do now?” Pg. 17 Missy stood face to face with him. He was handsome. Why she never noticed it before, she didn't know, but it was a fact she couldn't deny. “So, what do you want Missy?” I wanted to apology. She shifted from foot to foot. I should never have said what I said to you, I'm sorry, really sorry Mac. She felt her heart skip a beat when his brown eyes met hers. It had never done that before. “Then I'm forgiven?” He looked at her. “Yeah, you're forgiven.” He smiled. She hadn't noticed what a sweet smile he had. As they walked along the path towards the English department where they shared a class together, she realized that Ashley was right. She hadn't really seen him before. He had always been just Mac, her childhood friend, who always seemed to be under foot since grade school. But he wasn't a boy any longer he was a man now, who soon would be walking out of her life, and going away to another University. She regretted wishing him out of her life. Now she was about to get her wish after all these years. He would be leaving in a couple of months, going to Pg. 18 another University for two whole years. She pushed back a tear. Two years was a long time……. It sounded like forever! Feeling really optimistic about her life, Missy was on top of the world. Saturday was one day away. She could hardly wait. Her mystery man was soon to appear, well not at her house as she wanted. But, that was probably the best thing. Her dad would be on him like “white on rice”, asking all sorts of questions. She shivered at the thought. How would she explain him? Her dad and mom knew all the men she had dated. She frowned. All three of them. But only Mac brought a smile to their faces whenever he came by. It had been that way since she could remember. But that was all about to change, if things worked. Who knows. She began to whistle, something she always did when she was happy. Maybe her date with her mystery man might turn into something more. “Misty, her mother’s voice called up to her from downstairs, forcing her back to reality. “Mac is here to see you.” Pg. 19 “Mac, “she groaned in a voice of disappointment. She had apologized hours earlier, what did he want now. “Be right there,” she yelled back, jumping from the bed. Nothing was going to disperse her happy mood, not even Mac. She noticed the look on Mac’s face as she came down. “What’s up,” she said casually, looking at him. “We need to talk.” He grabbed her arm forcefully’ Missy pulled away when they were out of hearing distance from the living room, where her parents were watching television.. “What’s the matter with you Mac, she said angry. Grabbing me like that?” “And what’s the matter with you, arranging a date with an escort service online? Missy jaw dropped” “Who told you? She stared at him. It had to be Ashley. Missy leaned back against the wall. She promised, she promised she wouldn’t tell.” She felt hurt.” Pg. 20 “It’s not an escort service anyway. She retorted. It’s a dating service, A lot of girls today use them.” Mac moved closer. “Ashley said she promised not to tell your parents. She didn’t promise not to tell me.” Feeling really optimistic about her life, Missy was on top of the world. Saturday was one day away. She could hardly wait. Her mystery man was soon to appear, well not at her house as she wanted. But, that was probably the best thing. Her dad would be on him like “white on rice”, asking all sorts of questions. She shivered at the thought. How would she explain him? Her dad and mom knew all the men she had dated. She frowned. All three of them. But only Mac brought a smile to their faces whenever he came by. It had been that way since she could remember. But that was all about to change, if things worked. Who knows. She began to whistle, something she always did when she was happy. Maybe her date with her mystery man might turn into something more. “Missy.” her mother’s voice called up to her from downstairs, forcing her back to reality. Pg. 21 “Mac is here to see you.” “Mac, “she groaned in voice of disappointment. She had apologized hours earlier, what did he want now. “Be right there,” she yelled back, jumping from the bed. Nothing was going to disperse her happy mood, not even Mac. She noticed the look on Mac’s face as she came down. “What’s up,” she said casually, looking at him. “We need to talk.” He grabbed her arm forcefully’ Missy pulled away when they were out of hearing distance from the living room, where her parents were watching television.. “What’s the matter with you Mac, she said angry. Grabbing me like that?” “And what’s the matter with you, arranging a date with an escort service online? Missy jaw dropped” “Who told you? She stared at him. It had to be Ashley. Missy leaned back against the wall. She promised, she promised she wouldn’t tell.” She felt hurt.” Pg. 22 “It’s not an escort service anyway. She retorted. It’s a dating service. A lot of girls today use them.” Mac moved closer. “Ashley said she promised not to tell your parents. She didn’t promise not to tell me.” “What were you thinking Missy?” Mac voice was rising. In a moment her folks would hear if she didn't stop him. “Hush. They'll hear you Mac. She pulled him aside, but it was to late. “You two okay out there?” Her dad voice asked. She could hear his footsteps coming closer, and knew her mom would be close behind him. There faces peeked around the corner. “We're fine, just a bit of disagreement on what Mac should wear when he picks me up for the dance tomorrow, that's all.” Missy saw Mac's eyes look at her in shock, as he watched them walk back into the living room. “You didn't just make me a part of your deceitful plan did you. He threw his arms up n the air. They think I'm taking you to the dance tomorrow.” He walked around nervously. Pg. 23 Missy didn't know what to say. She could see the anger on his face “I'm sorry, she said walking closer to him. “I’m not good enough to go to the dance with, but a total stranger is.” Missy watched him rush out the door and get into his dad’s old jeep. Then the sound of rubber burning on the street. He was mad, more mad than she’d ever seen him before. She tried to put what had just happened out of her mind during dinner. Her folks were so pleased that Mac was taking her to the dance. “See, her father said with a deep smile. I knew one day Mac would show his true feelings for you honey.” Missy faked a smile. If they really knew, they would probably be very disappointed in her, just like Mac was. Once back in her room she dialed Ashley’s number. She would tell her about telling Mac, of all people her secret. “You made me promise not to tell your folks, Ashley said in defense of her actions. You never said anything about not telling Mac.” Pg. 24 Missy knew she was right. “So, how are you going to get Mac to show up at your house tomorrow, Ashley asked. You said he’s mad now.” Missy rolled over, resting her head on her pillow. “I honestly don’t know. Guess I’ll just have to make some excuse as to why Mac will have to meet me at the dance. It’ll all workout, I just know it will. On the phone with Ashley she talked optimistic, but now thinking about the whole situation, she was becoming worried. She would just have to dress and tell her folks Mac would meet her there because of car trouble, or something. She snapped out the lights and got under the covers, She would figure it all out tomorrow. Her mother was so excited helping her to get ready. Her hair was made smooth and silky with a flat iron. Missy was happy to have her mothers help, but felt o guilty knowing she was living a lie. “There, her mother smiled as she looked at her. Mac will be so happy when he looks at you. You’re beautiful.” Pg. 25 Missy had to admit she did look nice, but beautiful, those words were hard to believe. Her mother loved her, so of course she was beautiful to her. But she wanted to be beautiful to a guy. “Thanks mom, she said kissing her, then following her out the bedroom door, and down the steps to where her father was standing waiting to see how she looked. “Mac’s going to be happy when he see you.” He hugged her warmly. “Mom, Missy swallowed hard. About Mac.... before she could finish the door bell rang. Her father passed them to answer it. Missy couldn’t believe her eyes. There stood Mac, his natural was gone and a shiny bald head was in it’s place. He was dressed in a black suit, and his black shoes looked newly polished. He was really a shock for her eyes standing there. After a short conversation with her parents, they walked to his dads jeep. He politely opened the door and she got in, then walked around and got in the drivers side. “Don’t worry Missy, he said before starting the jeep. I’m just going with you to the door, but I’ll disappear once your date arrives, then pick you Pg. 26 up when it over so your folks wouldn’t know.” I wouldn’t want to wreck your evening with your new guy.” Missy didn't know how long they sat in the Jeep, but it was definitely over an hour. Finally she saw Ashley's figure running towards them. “Mac Ashley said surprised, you look really good. “Thanks Ash,” he smiled back. Missy saw Ashley looking around the parking lot that was full of cars. “There's no limo Ash, Misty said. He's not coming, I was just a fool, like you said. It was all a sham, to get the money.” Tears began to flow. “I'm so stupid, and now I'm out $300 dollars as well.” “You're not stupid, Max said, reaching over rubbing her hand, you're just a loving, and trusting person that's all. You see the best in people.” He squeezed her hand tightly. She didn't know how he could speak such sweet and kind words, when she always treated him like he was a thorn in her flesh. Pg. 27 She looked over at him his big brown eyes looking back at her. “Well, Ashley said, since you're both here already you might as well come in.” She turned and walked back towards the college, but not before giving Misty a wink of approval. “So what do we do now, Max said, turning in his seat facing her. If you want to go in, I promise to stay clear so that everyone won't get the wrong idea about us.” Missy smile, as she looked at him. He was trying to say the right thing. Mac was there he was always there when she needed him. She could see It clearly now. Ashley was right. She’d never really looked at him before. He had qualities any woman would cherish. Missy slid over closer to him in the seat. “And what wrong idea would that be?” His big brown eyes blinked at her. She could see he was confused by her reply. “The idea that were a couple, you know because I'm always under foot.” Misty smile and move closer. Pg. 28 “I think Mac they've been right all along…….. we are.” She opened the door and got out, walking towards the college. She could feel him close behind her. “What did you just say Missy?” She was smiling at him in a way she’d never smiled before. Like a woman smiles at the man she truly cares about. Their eyes met and held a long moment. Then she reached down and slipped her fingers in his. He looked up happily, smiling There was nothing else that needed to be said. They had finally found where they wanted to be... with each other. The end

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