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PROLOGUE:      BUY NOW!      I toss the virtual clothing into my shopping cart of sin.      I have never owned a corset top before, but I simply must have it. A beauty, a splendor, a black satin jacquard wonder clasped with gold swing hooks that make me look like I just arrived on the steampunk train. IContinue reading “Teaser!! Prologue + Chapter One: Chains”

     BUY NOW!      I toss the virtual clothing into my shopping cart of sin.      I have never owned a corset top before, but I simply must have it. A beauty, a splendor, a black satin jacquard wonder clasped with gold swing hooks that make me look like I just arrived on the steampunk train. I haveContinue reading “Prologue”

WHEELBARROW RISK LEVEL: ARE YOU SITTING IN THE DIRT? You wake up in a 1962 double-wide with Mulletdude surrounded by food-smeared paper plates, pizza boxes and Busch Light empties. Surrounding you is a crooked couch bearing a stained slipcover and a throw pillow stating TEAM SAUSAGE, a gang of unruly screaming brats who look nothingContinue reading “Epilogue One: Seven Ways to Ruin Your Life”

A head of blonde hair rests uneasily atop a rumpled lavender pillowcase…something isn’t right.  There is an unexplained sound in the house.  A quiet clinking… and she thinks she is maybe dreaming until she jars fully awake, realizing the sound is real. Having eight children will make you a bit oversensitive in the waking upContinue reading “Final Chapter: Chandeliers”

Yes.  I found myself.  That weird, new-agey, Jeanne Dixon, Miss Cleo, horoscope-sounding bullshit narrative? Turns out it’s absolutely real. You can, indeed, go on a self-discovery journey and find yourself.  And it’s totally worth it.  It’s been a Temple of Doom journey through pious churches and rowdy taverns, musty basement prayer meetings and swanky hotelContinue reading “Chapter 103: Monica Gone Wild.”

I walk with intense purpose through the field. I have to find them, I want to help them.  Living in an abundance of freedom and purpose, having been so blessed with having found such a place, I am compelled to go back, to help those who are still enslaved. And as I shade my eyesContinue reading “Chapter 102: Final Interlude – The Field of Barrows*”

Summer is simply the best.  The sun, the intoxicating warm balmy air, the sound of the leaves ever fluttering in the breeze, the heady smell of suntan oil being applied by Cabana Boy Raul, his dark muscles rippling in the golden afternoon sun, smelling like a Pina Colada as he rubs oil on my aching…Continue reading “Chapter 101: Resurrection Day”

“It will happen when you least expect it.”  I heard this one so often, I wanted to put a sign in my business:  $10.00 FEE FOR SAYING IT WILL HAPPEN WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT. It’s been months since I dated, over a year since I was intimate with anyone. I’ve kind of forgotten aboutContinue reading “Chapter 100: Cobwebs and Mr. Handy”

They were PERFECT.  Four delicate twinned rows of tiny rhinestones around the toe, four more around the ankle, all attached to an absolutely divine champagne-metallic leather shoe that looked as if it was left on the stairs as Cinderella made her midnight escape. The most beautiful, perfectly designed shoes I had ever seen, with aContinue reading “Chapter 99: Wedding Shoes”