Three Word Story

hate to interrupt, but why is there alternating between I and her. I is Catherine, am I correct?

LuthienT wrote:

hate to interrupt, but why is there alternating between I and her. I is Catherine, am I correct?

Yes, I is Catherine. I know, when you have so many people using only 3 words to contribute to a story, sometimes little things get overlooked and it gets confusing.

Whoops!

That's partly my fault; I'll correct it in my next post.

The rose marked the pathway's end. Looking at it, I wondered why my sister had gone to Manhattan when she knew perfectly well she was wasting her time with that thug named Charles. Lydia had always been strong-willed except when she was in lust. When she was, every single day appeared endless. Fortunately, I knew she was usually soon occupied with new acquaintances, usually males.

Irritated, I snatched my purse and walked towards the home of my oldest friend Tristan. He always knew how to calm me when Lydia was irritating me. The door opened and surprisingly, Eric stood there, looking deliciously sinful but I resisted and pushed past him into the house. Tristan was over at Lisa's place, and unfortunately, I knew what that entailed. Eric, my ex-husband, still was watching my every move. His eyes had this special glint every time he saw me, but he never revealed his thoughts. Regardless, I knew he still wanted what we had experienced on the cruise in the Caribbean last summer. "Catherine, why were you so determined to avoid me until you met Tristan?"
I couldn't speak, I did not know why he insisted on discussing our previous affairs, especially since all were his fault. I could not even look at him. He made a gesture towards the nicely glowing red brick fireplace and said, quietly, "I am married to Amelia Rhodes. Remember? Tristan's beautiful and evil stepsister. We've been together since Cinderella became the queen of Oz. Prince Charming even congratulated us but you refuse to contain your anger toward me. Stunned, I lashed out at him, shrieking "You don't have the right to end this, especially after that stunt you pulled that got me humiliated. How dare you speak that way to me?!" I raised my arm to backhand him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him and proceeded to turn me toward the mirror. I winced and tried to turn away, but Eric was in my hair whispering something very seductive.
"Catherine, I have missed the sweet smell of your perfume on my bed and the sound of your lovely voice every morning when we get out of bed together."
"That's too bad, because I haven't missed anything about you."
I flew toward the door and scrambled down the concrete stairs.
Quickly, tears fell from my azure eyes. I brushed them away and escaped through a window, screaming "Eric, don't follow me. I'm done with you."
Eric stood there staring as I ran, away from his hateful gaze. He didn't follow, only called after me.

Down the street,

The rose marked the pathway's end. Looking at it, I wondered why my sister had gone to Manhattan when she knew perfectly well she was wasting her time with that thug named Charles. Lydia had always been strong-willed except when she was in lust. When she was, every single day appeared endless. Fortunately, I knew she was usually soon occupied with new acquaintances, usually males.

Irritated, I snatched my purse and walked towards the home of my oldest friend Tristan. He always knew how to calm me when Lydia was irritating me. The door opened and surprisingly, Eric stood there, looking deliciously sinful but I resisted and pushed past him into the house. Tristan was over at Lisa's place, and unfortunately, I knew what that entailed. Eric, my ex-husband, still was watching my every move. His eyes had this special glint every time he saw me, but he never revealed his thoughts. Regardless, I knew he still wanted what we had experienced on the cruise in the Caribbean last summer. "Catherine, why were you so determined to avoid me until you met Tristan?"
I couldn't speak, I did not know why he insisted on discussing our previous affairs, especially since all were his fault. I could not even look at him. He made a gesture towards the nicely glowing red brick fireplace and said, quietly, "I am married to Amelia Rhodes. Remember? Tristan's beautiful and evil stepsister. We've been together since Cinderella became the queen of Oz. Prince Charming even congratulated us but you refuse to contain your anger toward me. Stunned, I lashed out at him, shrieking "You don't have the right to end this, especially after that stunt you pulled that got me humiliated. How dare you speak that way to me?!" I raised my arm to backhand him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him and proceeded to turn me toward the mirror. I winced and tried to turn away, but Eric was in my hair whispering something very seductive.
"Catherine, I have missed the sweet smell of your perfume on my bed and the sound of your lovely voice every morning when we get out of bed together."
"That's too bad, because I haven't missed anything about you."
I flew toward the door and scrambled down the concrete stairs.
Quickly, tears fell from my azure eyes. I brushed them away and escaped through a window, screaming "Eric, don't follow me. I'm done with you."
Eric stood there staring as I ran, away from his hateful gaze. He didn't follow, only called after me.

Down the street, I could still

The rose marked the pathway's end. Looking at it, I wondered why my sister had gone to Manhattan when she knew perfectly well she was wasting her time with that thug named Charles. Lydia had always been strong-willed except when she was in lust. When she was, every single day appeared endless. Fortunately, I knew she was usually soon occupied with new acquaintances, usually males.

Irritated, I snatched my purse and walked towards the home of my oldest friend Tristan. He always knew how to calm me when Lydia was irritating me. The door opened and surprisingly, Eric stood there, looking deliciously sinful but I resisted and pushed past him into the house. Tristan was over at Lisa's place, and unfortunately, I knew what that entailed. Eric, my ex-husband, still was watching my every move. His eyes had this special glint every time he saw me, but he never revealed his thoughts. Regardless, I knew he still wanted what we had experienced on the cruise in the Caribbean last summer. "Catherine, why were you so determined to avoid me until you met Tristan?"
I couldn't speak, I did not know why he insisted on discussing our previous affairs, especially since all were his fault. I could not even look at him. He made a gesture towards the nicely glowing red brick fireplace and said, quietly, "I am married to Amelia Rhodes. Remember? Tristan's beautiful and evil stepsister. We've been together since Cinderella became the queen of Oz. Prince Charming even congratulated us but you refuse to contain your anger toward me. Stunned, I lashed out at him, shrieking "You don't have the right to end this, especially after that stunt you pulled that got me humiliated. How dare you speak that way to me?!" I raised my arm to backhand him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him and proceeded to turn me toward the mirror. I winced and tried to turn away, but Eric was in my hair whispering something very seductive.
"Catherine, I have missed the sweet smell of your perfume on my bed and the sound of your lovely voice every morning when we get out of bed together."
"That's too bad, because I haven't missed anything about you."
I flew toward the door and scrambled down the concrete stairs.
Quickly, tears fell from my azure eyes. I brushed them away and escaped through a window, screaming "Eric, don't follow me. I'm done with you."
Eric stood there staring as I ran, away from his hateful gaze. He didn't follow, only called after me.

Down the street, I could still feel his fingers

The rose marked the pathway's end. Looking at it, I wondered why my sister had gone to Manhattan when she knew perfectly well she was wasting her time with that thug named Charles. Lydia had always been strong-willed except when she was in lust. When she was, every single day appeared endless. Fortunately, I knew she was usually soon occupied with new acquaintances, usually males.

Irritated, I snatched my purse and walked towards the home of my oldest friend Tristan. He always knew how to calm me when Lydia was irritating me. The door opened and surprisingly, Eric stood there, looking deliciously sinful but I resisted and pushed past him into the house. Tristan was over at Lisa's place, and unfortunately, I knew what that entailed. Eric, my ex-husband, still was watching my every move. His eyes had this special glint every time he saw me, but he never revealed his thoughts. Regardless, I knew he still wanted what we had experienced on the cruise in the Caribbean last summer. "Catherine, why were you so determined to avoid me until you met Tristan?"
I couldn't speak, I did not know why he insisted on discussing our previous affairs, especially since all were his fault. I could not even look at him. He made a gesture towards the nicely glowing red brick fireplace and said, quietly, "I am married to Amelia Rhodes. Remember? Tristan's beautiful and evil stepsister. We've been together since Cinderella became the queen of Oz. Prince Charming even congratulated us but you refuse to contain your anger toward me. Stunned, I lashed out at him, shrieking "You don't have the right to end this, especially after that stunt you pulled that got me humiliated. How dare you speak that way to me?!" I raised my arm to backhand him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him and proceeded to turn me toward the mirror. I winced and tried to turn away, but Eric was in my hair whispering something very seductive.
"Catherine, I have missed the sweet smell of your perfume on my bed and the sound of your lovely voice every morning when we get out of bed together."
"That's too bad, because I haven't missed anything about you."
I flew toward the door and scrambled down the concrete stairs.
Quickly, tears fell from my azure eyes. I brushed them away and escaped through a window, screaming "Eric, don't follow me. I'm done with you."
Eric stood there staring as I ran, away from his hateful gaze. He didn't follow, only called after me.

Down the street, I could still feel his fingers where he touched

The rose marked the pathway's end. Looking at it, I wondered why my sister had gone to Manhattan when she knew perfectly well she was wasting her time with that thug named Charles. Lydia had always been strong-willed except when she was in lust. When she was, every single day appeared endless. Fortunately, I knew she was usually soon occupied with new acquaintances, usually males.

Irritated, I snatched my purse and walked towards the home of my oldest friend Tristan. He always knew how to calm me when Lydia was irritating me. The door opened and surprisingly, Eric stood there, looking deliciously sinful but I resisted and pushed past him into the house. Tristan was over at Lisa's place, and unfortunately, I knew what that entailed. Eric, my ex-husband, still was watching my every move. His eyes had this special glint every time he saw me, but he never revealed his thoughts. Regardless, I knew he still wanted what we had experienced on the cruise in the Caribbean last summer. "Catherine, why were you so determined to avoid me until you met Tristan?"
I couldn't speak, I did not know why he insisted on discussing our previous affairs, especially since all were his fault. I could not even look at him. He made a gesture towards the nicely glowing red brick fireplace and said, quietly, "I am married to Amelia Rhodes. Remember? Tristan's beautiful and evil stepsister. We've been together since Cinderella became the queen of Oz. Prince Charming even congratulated us but you refuse to contain your anger toward me. Stunned, I lashed out at him, shrieking "You don't have the right to end this, especially after that stunt you pulled that got me humiliated. How dare you speak that way to me?!" I raised my arm to backhand him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him and proceeded to turn me toward the mirror. I winced and tried to turn away, but Eric was in my hair whispering something very seductive.
"Catherine, I have missed the sweet smell of your perfume on my bed and the sound of your lovely voice every morning when we get out of bed together."
"That's too bad, because I haven't missed anything about you."
I flew toward the door and scrambled down the concrete stairs.
Quickly, tears fell from my azure eyes. I brushed them away and escaped through a window, screaming "Eric, don't follow me. I'm done with you."
Eric stood there staring as I ran, away from his hateful gaze. He didn't follow, only called after me.

Down the street, I could still feel his fingers where he touched my wrist, but

The rose marked the pathway's end. Looking at it, I wondered why my sister had gone to Manhattan when she knew perfectly well she was wasting her time with that thug named Charles. Lydia had always been strong-willed except when she was in lust. When she was, every single day appeared endless. Fortunately, I knew she was usually soon occupied with new acquaintances, usually males.

Irritated, I snatched my purse and walked towards the home of my oldest friend Tristan. He always knew how to calm me when Lydia was irritating me. The door opened and surprisingly, Eric stood there, looking deliciously sinful but I resisted and pushed past him into the house. Tristan was over at Lisa's place, and unfortunately, I knew what that entailed. Eric, my ex-husband, still was watching my every move. His eyes had this special glint every time he saw me, but he never revealed his thoughts. Regardless, I knew he still wanted what we had experienced on the cruise in the Caribbean last summer. "Catherine, why were you so determined to avoid me until you met Tristan?"
I couldn't speak, I did not know why he insisted on discussing our previous affairs, especially since all were his fault. I could not even look at him. He made a gesture towards the nicely glowing red brick fireplace and said, quietly, "I am married to Amelia Rhodes. Remember? Tristan's beautiful and evil stepsister. We've been together since Cinderella became the queen of Oz. Prince Charming even congratulated us but you refuse to contain your anger toward me. Stunned, I lashed out at him, shrieking "You don't have the right to end this, especially after that stunt you pulled that got me humiliated. How dare you speak that way to me?!" I raised my arm to backhand him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him and proceeded to turn me toward the mirror. I winced and tried to turn away, but Eric was in my hair whispering something very seductive.
"Catherine, I have missed the sweet smell of your perfume on my bed and the sound of your lovely voice every morning when we get out of bed together."
"That's too bad, because I haven't missed anything about you."
I flew toward the door and scrambled down the concrete stairs.
Quickly, tears fell from my azure eyes. I brushed them away and escaped through a window, screaming "Eric, don't follow me. I'm done with you."
Eric stood there staring as I ran, away from his hateful gaze. He didn't follow, only called after me.

Down the street, I could still feel his fingers where he touched my wrist, but I couldn't bear

The rose marked the pathway's end. Looking at it, I wondered why my sister had gone to Manhattan when she knew perfectly well she was wasting her time with that thug named Charles. Lydia had always been strong-willed except when she was in lust. When she was, every single day appeared endless. Fortunately, I knew she was usually soon occupied with new acquaintances, usually males.

Irritated, I snatched my purse and walked towards the home of my oldest friend Tristan. He always knew how to calm me when Lydia was irritating me. The door opened and surprisingly, Eric stood there, looking deliciously sinful but I resisted and pushed past him into the house. Tristan was over at Lisa's place, and unfortunately, I knew what that entailed. Eric, my ex-husband, still was watching my every move. His eyes had this special glint every time he saw me, but he never revealed his thoughts. Regardless, I knew he still wanted what we had experienced on the cruise in the Caribbean last summer. "Catherine, why were you so determined to avoid me until you met Tristan?"
I couldn't speak, I did not know why he insisted on discussing our previous affairs, especially since all were his fault. I could not even look at him. He made a gesture towards the nicely glowing red brick fireplace and said, quietly, "I am married to Amelia Rhodes. Remember? Tristan's beautiful and evil stepsister. We've been together since Cinderella became the queen of Oz. Prince Charming even congratulated us but you refuse to contain your anger toward me. Stunned, I lashed out at him, shrieking "You don't have the right to end this, especially after that stunt you pulled that got me humiliated. How dare you speak that way to me?!" I raised my arm to backhand him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him and proceeded to turn me toward the mirror. I winced and tried to turn away, but Eric was in my hair whispering something very seductive.
"Catherine, I have missed the sweet smell of your perfume on my bed and the sound of your lovely voice every morning when we get out of bed together."
"That's too bad, because I haven't missed anything about you."
I flew toward the door and scrambled down the concrete stairs.
Quickly, tears fell from my azure eyes. I brushed them away and escaped through a window, screaming "Eric, don't follow me. I'm done with you."
Eric stood there staring as I ran, away from his hateful gaze. He didn't follow, only called after me.

Down the street, I could still feel his fingers where he touched my wrist, but I couldn't bear to think of

The rose marked the pathway's end. Looking at it, I wondered why my sister had gone to Manhattan when she knew perfectly well she was wasting her time with that thug named Charles. Lydia had always been strong-willed except when she was in lust. When she was, every single day appeared endless. Fortunately, I knew she was usually soon occupied with new acquaintances, usually males.

Irritated, I snatched my purse and walked towards the home of my oldest friend Tristan. He always knew how to calm me when Lydia was irritating me. The door opened and surprisingly, Eric stood there, looking deliciously sinful but I resisted and pushed past him into the house. Tristan was over at Lisa's place, and unfortunately, I knew what that entailed. Eric, my ex-husband, still was watching my every move. His eyes had this special glint every time he saw me, but he never revealed his thoughts. Regardless, I knew he still wanted what we had experienced on the cruise in the Caribbean last summer. "Catherine, why were you so determined to avoid me until you met Tristan?"
I couldn't speak, I did not know why he insisted on discussing our previous affairs, especially since all were his fault. I could not even look at him. He made a gesture towards the nicely glowing red brick fireplace and said, quietly, "I am married to Amelia Rhodes. Remember? Tristan's beautiful and evil stepsister. We've been together since Cinderella became the queen of Oz. Prince Charming even congratulated us but you refuse to contain your anger toward me. Stunned, I lashed out at him, shrieking "You don't have the right to end this, especially after that stunt you pulled that got me humiliated. How dare you speak that way to me?!" I raised my arm to backhand him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him and proceeded to turn me toward the mirror. I winced and tried to turn away, but Eric was in my hair whispering something very seductive.
"Catherine, I have missed the sweet smell of your perfume on my bed and the sound of your lovely voice every morning when we get out of bed together."
"That's too bad, because I haven't missed anything about you."
I flew toward the door and scrambled down the concrete stairs.
Quickly, tears fell from my azure eyes. I brushed them away and escaped through a window, screaming "Eric, don't follow me. I'm done with you."
Eric stood there staring as I ran, away from his hateful gaze. He didn't follow, only called after me.

Down the street, I could still feel his fingers where he touched my wrist, but I couldn't bear to think of him or his

The rose marked the pathway's end. Looking at it, I wondered why my sister had gone to Manhattan when she knew perfectly well she was wasting her time with that thug named Charles. Lydia had always been strong-willed except when she was in lust. When she was, every single day appeared endless. Fortunately, I knew she was usually soon occupied with new acquaintances, usually males.

Irritated, I snatched my purse and walked towards the home of my oldest friend Tristan. He always knew how to calm me when Lydia was irritating me. The door opened and surprisingly, Eric stood there, looking deliciously sinful but I resisted and pushed past him into the house. Tristan was over at Lisa's place, and unfortunately, I knew what that entailed. Eric, my ex-husband, still was watching my every move. His eyes had this special glint every time he saw me, but he never revealed his thoughts. Regardless, I knew he still wanted what we had experienced on the cruise in the Caribbean last summer. "Catherine, why were you so determined to avoid me until you met Tristan?"
I couldn't speak, I did not know why he insisted on discussing our previous affairs, especially since all were his fault. I could not even look at him. He made a gesture towards the nicely glowing red brick fireplace and said, quietly, "I am married to Amelia Rhodes. Remember? Tristan's beautiful and evil stepsister. We've been together since Cinderella became the queen of Oz. Prince Charming even congratulated us but you refuse to contain your anger toward me. Stunned, I lashed out at him, shrieking "You don't have the right to end this, especially after that stunt you pulled that got me humiliated. How dare you speak that way to me?!" I raised my arm to backhand him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him and proceeded to turn me toward the mirror. I winced and tried to turn away, but Eric was in my hair whispering something very seductive.
"Catherine, I have missed the sweet smell of your perfume on my bed and the sound of your lovely voice every morning when we get out of bed together."
"That's too bad, because I haven't missed anything about you."
I flew toward the door and scrambled down the concrete stairs.
Quickly, tears fell from my azure eyes. I brushed them away and escaped through a window, screaming "Eric, don't follow me. I'm done with you."
Eric stood there staring as I ran, away from his hateful gaze. He didn't follow, only called after me.

Down the street, I could still feel his fingers where he touched my wrist, but I couldn't bear to think of him or his forceful touch. Reaching

The rose marked the pathway's end. Looking at it, I wondered why my sister had gone to Manhattan when she knew perfectly well she was wasting her time with that thug named Charles. Lydia had always been strong-willed except when she was in lust. When she was, every single day appeared endless. Fortunately, I knew she was usually soon occupied with new acquaintances, usually males.

Irritated, I snatched my purse and walked towards the home of my oldest friend Tristan. He always knew how to calm me when Lydia was irritating me. The door opened and surprisingly, Eric stood there, looking deliciously sinful but I resisted and pushed past him into the house. Tristan was over at Lisa's place, and unfortunately, I knew what that entailed. Eric, my ex-husband, still was watching my every move. His eyes had this special glint every time he saw me, but he never revealed his thoughts. Regardless, I knew he still wanted what we had experienced on the cruise in the Caribbean last summer. "Catherine, why were you so determined to avoid me until you met Tristan?"
I couldn't speak, I did not know why he insisted on discussing our previous affairs, especially since all were his fault. I could not even look at him. He made a gesture towards the nicely glowing red brick fireplace and said, quietly, "I am married to Amelia Rhodes. Remember? Tristan's beautiful and evil stepsister. We've been together since Cinderella became the queen of Oz. Prince Charming even congratulated us but you refuse to contain your anger toward me. Stunned, I lashed out at him, shrieking "You don't have the right to end this, especially after that stunt you pulled that got me humiliated. How dare you speak that way to me?!" I raised my arm to backhand him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him and proceeded to turn me toward the mirror. I winced and tried to turn away, but Eric was in my hair whispering something very seductive.
"Catherine, I have missed the sweet smell of your perfume on my bed and the sound of your lovely voice every morning when we get out of bed together."
"That's too bad, because I haven't missed anything about you."
I flew toward the door and scrambled down the concrete stairs.
Quickly, tears fell from my azure eyes. I brushed them away and escaped through a window, screaming "Eric, don't follow me. I'm done with you."
Eric stood there staring as I ran, away from his hateful gaze. He didn't follow, only called after me.

Down the street, I could still feel his fingers where he touched my wrist, but I couldn't bear to think of him or his forceful touch. Reaching into my purse,

The rose marked the pathway's end. Looking at it, I wondered why my sister had gone to Manhattan when she knew perfectly well she was wasting her time with that thug named Charles. Lydia had always been strong-willed except when she was in lust. When she was, every single day appeared endless. Fortunately, I knew she was usually soon occupied with new acquaintances, usually males.

Irritated, I snatched my purse and walked towards the home of my oldest friend Tristan. He always knew how to calm me when Lydia was irritating me. The door opened and surprisingly, Eric stood there, looking deliciously sinful but I resisted and pushed past him into the house. Tristan was over at Lisa's place, and unfortunately, I knew what that entailed. Eric, my ex-husband, still was watching my every move. His eyes had this special glint every time he saw me, but he never revealed his thoughts. Regardless, I knew he still wanted what we had experienced on the cruise in the Caribbean last summer. "Catherine, why were you so determined to avoid me until you met Tristan?"
I couldn't speak, I did not know why he insisted on discussing our previous affairs, especially since all were his fault. I could not even look at him. He made a gesture towards the nicely glowing red brick fireplace and said, quietly, "I am married to Amelia Rhodes. Remember? Tristan's beautiful and evil stepsister. We've been together since Cinderella became the queen of Oz. Prince Charming even congratulated us but you refuse to contain your anger toward me. Stunned, I lashed out at him, shrieking "You don't have the right to end this, especially after that stunt you pulled that got me humiliated. How dare you speak that way to me?!" I raised my arm to backhand him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him and proceeded to turn me toward the mirror. I winced and tried to turn away, but Eric was in my hair whispering something very seductive.
"Catherine, I have missed the sweet smell of your perfume on my bed and the sound of your lovely voice every morning when we get out of bed together."
"That's too bad, because I haven't missed anything about you."
I flew toward the door and scrambled down the concrete stairs.
Quickly, tears fell from my azure eyes. I brushed them away and escaped through a window, screaming "Eric, don't follow me. I'm done with you."
Eric stood there staring as I ran, away from his hateful gaze. He didn't follow, only called after me.

Down the street, I could still feel his fingers where he touched my wrist, but I couldn't bear to think of him or his forceful touch. Reaching into my purse, I pulled out

The rose marked the pathway's end. Looking at it, I wondered why my sister had gone to Manhattan when she knew perfectly well she was wasting her time with that thug named Charles. Lydia had always been strong-willed except when she was in lust. When she was, every single day appeared endless. Fortunately, I knew she was usually soon occupied with new acquaintances, usually males.

Irritated, I snatched my purse and walked towards the home of my oldest friend Tristan. He always knew how to calm me when Lydia was irritating me. The door opened and surprisingly, Eric stood there, looking deliciously sinful but I resisted and pushed past him into the house. Tristan was over at Lisa's place, and unfortunately, I knew what that entailed. Eric, my ex-husband, still was watching my every move. His eyes had this special glint every time he saw me, but he never revealed his thoughts. Regardless, I knew he still wanted what we had experienced on the cruise in the Caribbean last summer. "Catherine, why were you so determined to avoid me until you met Tristan?"
I couldn't speak, I did not know why he insisted on discussing our previous affairs, especially since all were his fault. I could not even look at him. He made a gesture towards the nicely glowing red brick fireplace and said, quietly, "I am married to Amelia Rhodes. Remember? Tristan's beautiful and evil stepsister. We've been together since Cinderella became the queen of Oz. Prince Charming even congratulated us but you refuse to contain your anger toward me. Stunned, I lashed out at him, shrieking "You don't have the right to end this, especially after that stunt you pulled that got me humiliated. How dare you speak that way to me?!" I raised my arm to backhand him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him and proceeded to turn me toward the mirror. I winced and tried to turn away, but Eric was in my hair whispering something very seductive.
"Catherine, I have missed the sweet smell of your perfume on my bed and the sound of your lovely voice every morning when we get out of bed together."
"That's too bad, because I haven't missed anything about you."
I flew toward the door and scrambled down the concrete stairs.
Quickly, tears fell from my azure eyes. I brushed them away and escaped through a window, screaming "Eric, don't follow me. I'm done with you."
Eric stood there staring as I ran, away from his hateful gaze. He didn't follow, only called after me.

Down the street, I could still feel his fingers where he touched my wrist, but I couldn't bear to think of him or his forceful touch. Reaching into my purse, I pulled out a small golden

he rose marked the pathway's end. Looking at it, I wondered why my sister had gone to Manhattan when she knew perfectly well she was wasting her time with that thug named Charles. Lydia had always been strong-willed except when she was in lust. When she was, every single day appeared endless. Fortunately, I knew she was usually soon occupied with new acquaintances, usually males.

Irritated, I snatched my purse and walked towards the home of my oldest friend Tristan. He always knew how to calm me when Lydia was irritating me. The door opened and surprisingly, Eric stood there, looking deliciously sinful but I resisted and pushed past him into the house. Tristan was over at Lisa's place, and unfortunately, I knew what that entailed. Eric, my ex-husband, still was watching my every move. His eyes had this special glint every time he saw me, but he never revealed his thoughts. Regardless, I knew he still wanted what we had experienced on the cruise in the Caribbean last summer. "Catherine, why were you so determined to avoid me until you met Tristan?"
I couldn't speak, I did not know why he insisted on discussing our previous affairs, especially since all were his fault. I could not even look at him. He made a gesture towards the nicely glowing red brick fireplace and said, quietly, "I am married to Amelia Rhodes. Remember? Tristan's beautiful and evil stepsister. We've been together since Cinderella became the queen of Oz. Prince Charming even congratulated us but you refuse to contain your anger toward me. Stunned, I lashed out at him, shrieking "You don't have the right to end this, especially after that stunt you pulled that got me humiliated. How dare you speak that way to me?!" I raised my arm to backhand him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him and proceeded to turn me toward the mirror. I winced and tried to turn away, but Eric was in my hair whispering something very seductive.
"Catherine, I have missed the sweet smell of your perfume on my bed and the sound of your lovely voice every morning when we get out of bed together."
"That's too bad, because I haven't missed anything about you."
I flew toward the door and scrambled down the concrete stairs.
Quickly, tears fell from my azure eyes. I brushed them away and escaped through a window, screaming "Eric, don't follow me. I'm done with you."
Eric stood there staring as I ran, away from his hateful gaze. He didn't follow, only called after me.

Down the street, I could still feel his fingers where he touched my wrist, but I couldn't bear to think of him or his forceful touch. Reaching into my purse, I pulled out a small golden perfume bottle. Looking

he rose marked the pathway's end. Looking at it, I wondered why my sister had gone to Manhattan when she knew perfectly well she was wasting her time with that thug named Charles. Lydia had always been strong-willed except when she was in lust. When she was, every single day appeared endless. Fortunately, I knew she was usually soon occupied with new acquaintances, usually males.

Irritated, I snatched my purse and walked towards the home of my oldest friend Tristan. He always knew how to calm me when Lydia was irritating me. The door opened and surprisingly, Eric stood there, looking deliciously sinful but I resisted and pushed past him into the house. Tristan was over at Lisa's place, and unfortunately, I knew what that entailed. Eric, my ex-husband, still was watching my every move. His eyes had this special glint every time he saw me, but he never revealed his thoughts. Regardless, I knew he still wanted what we had experienced on the cruise in the Caribbean last summer. "Catherine, why were you so determined to avoid me until you met Tristan?"
I couldn't speak, I did not know why he insisted on discussing our previous affairs, especially since all were his fault. I could not even look at him. He made a gesture towards the nicely glowing red brick fireplace and said, quietly, "I am married to Amelia Rhodes. Remember? Tristan's beautiful and evil stepsister. We've been together since Cinderella became the queen of Oz. Prince Charming even congratulated us but you refuse to contain your anger toward me. Stunned, I lashed out at him, shrieking "You don't have the right to end this, especially after that stunt you pulled that got me humiliated. How dare you speak that way to me?!" I raised my arm to backhand him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him and proceeded to turn me toward the mirror. I winced and tried to turn away, but Eric was in my hair whispering something very seductive.
"Catherine, I have missed the sweet smell of your perfume on my bed and the sound of your lovely voice every morning when we get out of bed together."
"That's too bad, because I haven't missed anything about you."
I flew toward the door and scrambled down the concrete stairs.
Quickly, tears fell from my azure eyes. I brushed them away and escaped through a window, screaming "Eric, don't follow me. I'm done with you."
Eric stood there staring as I ran, away from his hateful gaze. He didn't follow, only called after me.

Down the street, I could still feel his fingers where he touched my wrist, but I couldn't bear to think of him or his forceful touch. Reaching into my purse, I pulled out a small golden perfume bottle. Looking at my reflection

he rose marked the pathway's end. Looking at it, I wondered why my sister had gone to Manhattan when she knew perfectly well she was wasting her time with that thug named Charles. Lydia had always been strong-willed except when she was in lust. When she was, every single day appeared endless. Fortunately, I knew she was usually soon occupied with new acquaintances, usually males.

Irritated, I snatched my purse and walked towards the home of my oldest friend Tristan. He always knew how to calm me when Lydia was irritating me. The door opened and surprisingly, Eric stood there, looking deliciously sinful but I resisted and pushed past him into the house. Tristan was over at Lisa's place, and unfortunately, I knew what that entailed. Eric, my ex-husband, still was watching my every move. His eyes had this special glint every time he saw me, but he never revealed his thoughts. Regardless, I knew he still wanted what we had experienced on the cruise in the Caribbean last summer. "Catherine, why were you so determined to avoid me until you met Tristan?"
I couldn't speak, I did not know why he insisted on discussing our previous affairs, especially since all were his fault. I could not even look at him. He made a gesture towards the nicely glowing red brick fireplace and said, quietly, "I am married to Amelia Rhodes. Remember? Tristan's beautiful and evil stepsister. We've been together since Cinderella became the queen of Oz. Prince Charming even congratulated us but you refuse to contain your anger toward me. Stunned, I lashed out at him, shrieking "You don't have the right to end this, especially after that stunt you pulled that got me humiliated. How dare you speak that way to me?!" I raised my arm to backhand him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him and proceeded to turn me toward the mirror. I winced and tried to turn away, but Eric was in my hair whispering something very seductive.
"Catherine, I have missed the sweet smell of your perfume on my bed and the sound of your lovely voice every morning when we get out of bed together."
"That's too bad, because I haven't missed anything about you."
I flew toward the door and scrambled down the concrete stairs.
Quickly, tears fell from my azure eyes. I brushed them away and escaped through a window, screaming "Eric, don't follow me. I'm done with you."
Eric stood there staring as I ran, away from his hateful gaze. He didn't follow, only called after me.

Down the street, I could still feel his fingers where he touched my wrist, but I couldn't bear to think of him or his forceful touch. Reaching into my purse, I pulled out a small golden perfume bottle. Looking at my reflection on it, I

The rose marked the pathway's end. Looking at it, I wondered why my sister had gone to Manhattan when she knew perfectly well she was wasting her time with that thug named Charles. Lydia had always been strong-willed except when she was in lust. When she was, every single day appeared endless. Fortunately, I knew she was usually soon occupied with new acquaintances, usually males.

Irritated, I snatched my purse and walked towards the home of my oldest friend Tristan. He always knew how to calm me when Lydia was irritating me. The door opened and surprisingly, Eric stood there, looking deliciously sinful but I resisted and pushed past him into the house. Tristan was over at Lisa's place, and unfortunately, I knew what that entailed. Eric, my ex-husband, still was watching my every move. His eyes had this special glint every time he saw me, but he never revealed his thoughts. Regardless, I knew he still wanted what we had experienced on the cruise in the Caribbean last summer. "Catherine, why were you so determined to avoid me until you met Tristan?"
I couldn't speak, I did not know why he insisted on discussing our previous affairs, especially since all were his fault. I could not even look at him. He made a gesture towards the nicely glowing red brick fireplace and said, quietly, "I am married to Amelia Rhodes. Remember? Tristan's beautiful and evil stepsister. We've been together since Cinderella became the queen of Oz. Prince Charming even congratulated us but you refuse to contain your anger toward me. Stunned, I lashed out at him, shrieking "You don't have the right to end this, especially after that stunt you pulled that got me humiliated. How dare you speak that way to me?!" I raised my arm to backhand him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him and proceeded to turn me toward the mirror. I winced and tried to turn away, but Eric was in my hair whispering something very seductive.
"Catherine, I have missed the sweet smell of your perfume on my bed and the sound of your lovely voice every morning when we get out of bed together."
"That's too bad, because I haven't missed anything about you."
I flew toward the door and scrambled down the concrete stairs.
Quickly, tears fell from my azure eyes. I brushed them away and escaped through a window, screaming "Eric, don't follow me. I'm done with you."
Eric stood there staring as I ran, away from his hateful gaze. He didn't follow, only called after me.

Down the street, I could still feel his fingers where he touched my wrist, but I couldn't bear to think of him or his forceful touch. Reaching into my purse, I pulled out a small golden perfume bottle. Looking at my reflection on it, I was aghast at

The rose marked the pathway's end. Looking at it, I wondered why my sister had gone to Manhattan when she knew perfectly well she was wasting her time with that thug named Charles. Lydia had always been strong-willed except when she was in lust. When she was, every single day appeared endless. Fortunately, I knew she was usually soon occupied with new acquaintances, usually males.

Irritated, I snatched my purse and walked towards the home of my oldest friend Tristan. He always knew how to calm me when Lydia was irritating me. The door opened and surprisingly, Eric stood there, looking deliciously sinful but I resisted and pushed past him into the house. Tristan was over at Lisa's place, and unfortunately, I knew what that entailed. Eric, my ex-husband, still was watching my every move. His eyes had this special glint every time he saw me, but he never revealed his thoughts. Regardless, I knew he still wanted what we had experienced on the cruise in the Caribbean last summer. "Catherine, why were you so determined to avoid me until you met Tristan?"
I couldn't speak, I did not know why he insisted on discussing our previous affairs, especially since all were his fault. I could not even look at him. He made a gesture towards the nicely glowing red brick fireplace and said, quietly, "I am married to Amelia Rhodes. Remember? Tristan's beautiful and evil stepsister. We've been together since Cinderella became the queen of Oz. Prince Charming even congratulated us but you refuse to contain your anger toward me. Stunned, I lashed out at him, shrieking "You don't have the right to end this, especially after that stunt you pulled that got me humiliated. How dare you speak that way to me?!" I raised my arm to backhand him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him and proceeded to turn me toward the mirror. I winced and tried to turn away, but Eric was in my hair whispering something very seductive.
"Catherine, I have missed the sweet smell of your perfume on my bed and the sound of your lovely voice every morning when we get out of bed together."
"That's too bad, because I haven't missed anything about you."
I flew toward the door and scrambled down the concrete stairs.
Quickly, tears fell from my azure eyes. I brushed them away and escaped through a window, screaming "Eric, don't follow me. I'm done with you."
Eric stood there staring as I ran, away from his hateful gaze. He didn't follow, only called after me.

Down the street, I could still feel his fingers where he touched my wrist, but I couldn't bear to think of him or his forceful touch. Reaching into my purse, I pulled out a small golden perfume bottle. Looking at my reflection on it, I was aghast at my pale lips.

The rose marked the pathway's end. Looking at it, I wondered why my sister had gone to Manhattan when she knew perfectly well she was wasting her time with that thug named Charles. Lydia had always been strong-willed except when she was in lust. When she was, every single day appeared endless. Fortunately, I knew she was usually soon occupied with new acquaintances, usually males.

Irritated, I snatched my purse and walked towards the home of my oldest friend Tristan. He always knew how to calm me when Lydia was irritating me. The door opened and surprisingly, Eric stood there, looking deliciously sinful but I resisted and pushed past him into the house. Tristan was over at Lisa's place, and unfortunately, I knew what that entailed. Eric, my ex-husband, still was watching my every move. His eyes had this special glint every time he saw me, but he never revealed his thoughts. Regardless, I knew he still wanted what we had experienced on the cruise in the Caribbean last summer. "Catherine, why were you so determined to avoid me until you met Tristan?"
I couldn't speak, I did not know why he insisted on discussing our previous affairs, especially since all were his fault. I could not even look at him. He made a gesture towards the nicely glowing red brick fireplace and said, quietly, "I am married to Amelia Rhodes. Remember? Tristan's beautiful and evil stepsister. We've been together since Cinderella became the queen of Oz. Prince Charming even congratulated us but you refuse to contain your anger toward me. Stunned, I lashed out at him, shrieking "You don't have the right to end this, especially after that stunt you pulled that got me humiliated. How dare you speak that way to me?!" I raised my arm to backhand him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him and proceeded to turn me toward the mirror. I winced and tried to turn away, but Eric was in my hair whispering something very seductive.
"Catherine, I have missed the sweet smell of your perfume on my bed and the sound of your lovely voice every morning when we get out of bed together."
"That's too bad, because I haven't missed anything about you."
I flew toward the door and scrambled down the concrete stairs.
Quickly, tears fell from my azure eyes. I brushed them away and escaped through a window, screaming "Eric, don't follow me. I'm done with you."
Eric stood there staring as I ran, away from his hateful gaze. He didn't follow, only called after me.

Down the street, I could still feel his fingers where he touched my wrist, but I couldn't bear to think of him or his forceful touch. Reaching into my purse, I pulled out a small golden perfume bottle. Looking at my reflection on it, I was aghast at my pale lips. Some vibrant lipstick

The rose marked the pathway's end. Looking at it, I wondered why my sister had gone to Manhattan when she knew perfectly well she was wasting her time with that thug named Charles. Lydia had always been strong-willed except when she was in lust. When she was, every single day appeared endless. Fortunately, I knew she was usually soon occupied with new acquaintances, usually males.

Irritated, I snatched my purse and walked towards the home of my oldest friend Tristan. He always knew how to calm me when Lydia was irritating me. The door opened and surprisingly, Eric stood there, looking deliciously sinful but I resisted and pushed past him into the house. Tristan was over at Lisa's place, and unfortunately, I knew what that entailed. Eric, my ex-husband, still was watching my every move. His eyes had this special glint every time he saw me, but he never revealed his thoughts. Regardless, I knew he still wanted what we had experienced on the cruise in the Caribbean last summer. "Catherine, why were you so determined to avoid me until you met Tristan?"
I couldn't speak, I did not know why he insisted on discussing our previous affairs, especially since all were his fault. I could not even look at him. He made a gesture towards the nicely glowing red brick fireplace and said, quietly, "I am married to Amelia Rhodes. Remember? Tristan's beautiful and evil stepsister. We've been together since Cinderella became the queen of Oz. Prince Charming even congratulated us but you refuse to contain your anger toward me. Stunned, I lashed out at him, shrieking "You don't have the right to end this, especially after that stunt you pulled that got me humiliated. How dare you speak that way to me?!" I raised my arm to backhand him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him and proceeded to turn me toward the mirror. I winced and tried to turn away, but Eric was in my hair whispering something very seductive.
"Catherine, I have missed the sweet smell of your perfume on my bed and the sound of your lovely voice every morning when we get out of bed together."
"That's too bad, because I haven't missed anything about you."
I flew toward the door and scrambled down the concrete stairs.
Quickly, tears fell from my azure eyes. I brushed them away and escaped through a window, screaming "Eric, don't follow me. I'm done with you."
Eric stood there staring as I ran, away from his hateful gaze. He didn't follow, only called after me.

Down the street, I could still feel his fingers where he touched my wrist, but I couldn't bear to think of him or his forceful touch. Reaching into my purse, I pulled out a small golden perfume bottle. Looking at my reflection on it, I was aghast at my pale lips. Some vibrant lipstick would brighten them,

The rose marked the pathway's end. Looking at it, I wondered why my sister had gone to Manhattan when she knew perfectly well she was wasting her time with that thug named Charles. Lydia had always been strong-willed except when she was in lust. When she was, every single day appeared endless. Fortunately, I knew she was usually soon occupied with new acquaintances, usually males.

Irritated, I snatched my purse and walked towards the home of my oldest friend Tristan. He always knew how to calm me when Lydia was irritating me. The door opened and surprisingly, Eric stood there, looking deliciously sinful but I resisted and pushed past him into the house. Tristan was over at Lisa's place, and unfortunately, I knew what that entailed. Eric, my ex-husband, still was watching my every move. His eyes had this special glint every time he saw me, but he never revealed his thoughts. Regardless, I knew he still wanted what we had experienced on the cruise in the Caribbean last summer. "Catherine, why were you so determined to avoid me until you met Tristan?"
I couldn't speak, I did not know why he insisted on discussing our previous affairs, especially since all were his fault. I could not even look at him. He made a gesture towards the nicely glowing red brick fireplace and said, quietly, "I am married to Amelia Rhodes. Remember? Tristan's beautiful and evil stepsister. We've been together since Cinderella became the queen of Oz. Prince Charming even congratulated us but you refuse to contain your anger toward me. Stunned, I lashed out at him, shrieking "You don't have the right to end this, especially after that stunt you pulled that got me humiliated. How dare you speak that way to me?!" I raised my arm to backhand him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him and proceeded to turn me toward the mirror. I winced and tried to turn away, but Eric was in my hair whispering something very seductive.
"Catherine, I have missed the sweet smell of your perfume on my bed and the sound of your lovely voice every morning when we get out of bed together."
"That's too bad, because I haven't missed anything about you."
I flew toward the door and scrambled down the concrete stairs.
Quickly, tears fell from my azure eyes. I brushed them away and escaped through a window, screaming "Eric, don't follow me. I'm done with you."
Eric stood there staring as I ran, away from his hateful gaze. He didn't follow, only called after me.

Down the street, I could still feel his fingers where he touched my wrist, but I couldn't bear to think of him or his forceful touch. Reaching into my purse, I pulled out a small golden perfume bottle. Looking at my reflection on it, I was aghast at my pale lips. Some vibrant lipstick would brighten them, I applied my

The rose marked the pathway's end. Looking at it, I wondered why my sister had gone to Manhattan when she knew perfectly well she was wasting her time with that thug named Charles. Lydia had always been strong-willed except when she was in lust. When she was, every single day appeared endless. Fortunately, I knew she was usually soon occupied with new acquaintances, usually males.

Irritated, I snatched my purse and walked towards the home of my oldest friend Tristan. He always knew how to calm me when Lydia was irritating me. The door opened and surprisingly, Eric stood there, looking deliciously sinful but I resisted and pushed past him into the house. Tristan was over at Lisa's place, and unfortunately, I knew what that entailed. Eric, my ex-husband, still was watching my every move. His eyes had this special glint every time he saw me, but he never revealed his thoughts. Regardless, I knew he still wanted what we had experienced on the cruise in the Caribbean last summer. "Catherine, why were you so determined to avoid me until you met Tristan?"
I couldn't speak, I did not know why he insisted on discussing our previous affairs, especially since all were his fault. I could not even look at him. He made a gesture towards the nicely glowing red brick fireplace and said, quietly, "I am married to Amelia Rhodes. Remember? Tristan's beautiful and evil stepsister. We've been together since Cinderella became the queen of Oz. Prince Charming even congratulated us but you refuse to contain your anger toward me. Stunned, I lashed out at him, shrieking "You don't have the right to end this, especially after that stunt you pulled that got me humiliated. How dare you speak that way to me?!" I raised my arm to backhand him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him and proceeded to turn me toward the mirror. I winced and tried to turn away, but Eric was in my hair whispering something very seductive.
"Catherine, I have missed the sweet smell of your perfume on my bed and the sound of your lovely voice every morning when we get out of bed together."
"That's too bad, because I haven't missed anything about you."
I flew toward the door and scrambled down the concrete stairs.
Quickly, tears fell from my azure eyes. I brushed them away and escaped through a window, screaming "Eric, don't follow me. I'm done with you."
Eric stood there staring as I ran, away from his hateful gaze. He didn't follow, only called after me.

Down the street, I could still feel his fingers where he touched my wrist, but I couldn't bear to think of him or his forceful touch. Reaching into my purse, I pulled out a small golden perfume bottle. Looking at my reflection on it, I was aghast at my pale lips. Some vibrant lipstick would brighten them, I applied my Fruity Tooty Embrace.

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The rose marked the pathway's end. Looking at it, I wondered why my sister had gone to Manhattan when she knew perfectly well she was wasting her time with that thug named Charles. Lydia had always been strong-willed except when she was in lust. When she was, every single day appeared endless. Fortunately, I knew she was usually soon occupied with new acquaintances, usually males.

Irritated, I snatched my purse and walked towards the home of my oldest friend Tristan. He always knew how to calm me when Lydia was irritating me. The door opened and surprisingly, Eric stood there, looking deliciously sinful but I resisted and pushed past him into the house. Tristan was over at Lisa's place, and unfortunately, I knew what that entailed. Eric, my ex-husband, still was watching my every move. His eyes had this special glint every time he saw me, but he never revealed his thoughts. Regardless, I knew he still wanted what we had experienced on the cruise in the Caribbean last summer. "Catherine, why were you so determined to avoid me until you met Tristan?"
I couldn't speak, I did not know why he insisted on discussing our previous affairs, especially since all were his fault. I could not even look at him. He made a gesture towards the nicely glowing red brick fireplace and said, quietly, "I am married to Amelia Rhodes. Remember? Tristan's beautiful and evil stepsister. We've been together since Cinderella became the queen of Oz. Prince Charming even congratulated us but you refuse to contain your anger toward me. Stunned, I lashed out at him, shrieking "You don't have the right to end this, especially after that stunt you pulled that got me humiliated. How dare you speak that way to me?!" I raised my arm to backhand him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him and proceeded to turn me toward the mirror. I winced and tried to turn away, but Eric was in my hair whispering something very seductive.
"Catherine, I have missed the sweet smell of your perfume on my bed and the sound of your lovely voice every morning when we get out of bed together."
"That's too bad, because I haven't missed anything about you."
I flew toward the door and scrambled down the concrete stairs.
Quickly, tears fell from my azure eyes. I brushed them away and escaped through a window, screaming "Eric, don't follow me. I'm done with you."
Eric stood there staring as I ran, away from his hateful gaze. He didn't follow, only called after me.

Down the street, I could still feel his fingers where he touched my wrist, but I couldn't bear to think of him or his forceful touch. Reaching into my purse, I pulled out a small golden perfume bottle. Looking at my reflection on it, I was aghast at my pale lips. Some vibrant lipstick would brighten them, I applied my Fruity Tooty Embrace. I felt revived