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It has been fourteen years, five months and a bunch of days since we first saw each other. We met in such a crazy way; your brother dating my sister. They got married. I was the Maid of Honor, you the Best Man. Do you realize that is the only time when our bodies came together? I felt so content in your arms. But I felt your hesitation because he was watching. Since the moment I saw you; beautiful eyes, exquisite body and dark mysterious looks, I knew I had fallen. Why did I have a boyfriend?...

Chapter 3-City of Concrete Four weeks earlier, Jess walked into a store in downtown Boston called, “The Spy Guy.” Her jet black hair that reached almost down to her waist in a mass of curls was tightly secured in a severe bun. Large round sunglasses hid her aqua blue eyes and partially covered her face. Because of her beauty, many people remembered her, especially men. She did everything she could so that the sales person would find her to be unremarkable. She wore khaki pants, a beige turtle...

Jess rubbed her hands over her face and let out a shaky sigh. “My God,” she thought. This time it had been so real. She swore she could feel the tender areas on her body where the police had thrown her into the back of the car. If she breathed in just so, she could smell the foul odor of urine that permeated the vehicle. Jess looked at her hands and could still feel them tingling from shooting the gun. Yet, laying in her bed, covered by a silken comforter and hearing Michael’s off-tune voice...

Standing on opposite sides of the room Separated by feet; separated by miles My heart broken, my dreams faded And I am filled with sadness I am bold enough to look and catch your stare Beautiful intense eyes Eyes that I have known for years Friends; only friends My heart and body feel your gravitational pull With my eyes I beg, if not for a lifetime, just one night Tangled sheets, wet bodies, satisfying every need Instinctively I know it would be perfection Yet he chose her; the traditional l...

She watched as he brought his car to a stop beside the curb, on a paved street, surrounded by concrete. On one side, there was a large, brown warehouse. Most of the windows were cracked and broken; some were missing completely. On the other side of the street was an empty lot surrounded by a chain link fence. It was obvious that this lot had been a place to call home for many who didn’t have a warm bed of their own. There was just enough of the fence that had been cut and lifted from its pla...