Three Word Story

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,

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

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

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."

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

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.

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

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 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

[I can't wait to see where this story goes, now that Cinderella has entered the picture. ]

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


(Me too, Goldfish, this should be fun).

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[After re-reading our story, it sort of makes sense, although I Eric is an odd character. ]

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

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?!"