PET ROCKS AND OTHER WAYS TO SPEND A FIRST DATE_A Tea for Anne_Dad To The Rescue_Head Issues
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PET ROCKS AND OTHER WAYS TO SPEND A FIRST DATE
Mathias felt terrified when he watched Toby roll into the healer's clinic. While the animal wizard was usually grateful to see his handsome boyfriend pop into his office, he found himself pretty embarrassed when he showed up on the eve of their anniversary, his arm broken in three places from a baby gargoyle's tantrum. He should have been more careful, planned better for the stony chick's grumbling when he attended her cage to his weekly cleanings. But now, here he was, arm tended by some haphazard student healing mage and gulping down the embarrassed tears as his boyfriend looked on, eyes wid...
A Tea for Anne
“I’ll make the tea!” Paul said eagerly, ready to prove his worth at any given opportunity.He opened the cupboard door and analysed its contents, five exceptionally ordinary tea cups sat in unison. He could feel the eyes of Amy’s mother on the back of his head, an intimidating woman, a tea connoisseur; he felt a bead of sweat threaten to leave his forehead. Making a cup of tea shouldn’t be such a spine-tingling experience, it is however when you are doing it for your girlfriend’s mother who bears a reputation that strikes fear into the heart of men. Paul had heard rumblings you see, that this ...
Dad To The Rescue
My father-in-law lives with us now. He was diagnosed with cancer and had become very weak and frail. He didn’t feel safe living alone anymore, so we brought him to Texas to live with us.He sits in his room all day, saying that he is too tired to get up or that he is too weak to do things for himself. So, I cook for him every day, my wife bathes him, we take him to all of his doctor’s appointments and wait on him hand and foot.I had a gut feeling that he just wants to be taken care of. I believe that he can do things for himself, but he wants a woman to wait on him hand and foot, and since ther...
Head Issues
Mortimer Schmeed was tremendously nervous. He was holding his smartphone, turning it over and over in his hand, moving his fingers up and down its edges. He felt it vibrate. “OK, Sally,” he said. The phone responded, in her typical half-woman, half-robot voice, “Please don’t handle me this way in public.” Morty stopped his fiddling, looking blankly at the phone. Finally, he said, “Oh, sorry.” Fortunately, the receptionist broke the tension of the moment, calling out to Morty’s phonwww.onedoor.cce, “The doctor will see you now.” Sally, Mort’s smartphone, said, “Thank you.” Morty nervously rose with Sally in ...