Tuesday, April 28, 2015

The Keymaster and the Gatekeeper...Tuesday Tales

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the word prompt, "key". Would Marty ever change his mind?  From Steal My Heart, book 4 WIP from The Fantasy League series.

Pulling her keys from the purse, she walked toward the exit door. I joined her stride for stride. Until she was safely tucked in her car, I couldn’t leave her. I pushed open the heavy door, revealing a beautiful evening, complete with stars, a quarter moon, and the scent of lime essence she used in her hair. Too many memories returned full blast.
“Yes, Marty?”
“Can we, maybe possibly talk a little? I want to clear a few things between us.”
She opened her mouth, then closed it again, jingling her keys rapidly. I watched the wrinkles on her forehead deepen, which only happened during intense moments of deduction. I wanted to read her mind, probably the most popular super power available in supernatural circles. I wasn’t quite ready to sell my soul for the gift, however. “I don’t want to argue. I’m tired, so very tired.”
Reflexively, my hand reached for hers, loosely covering, protecting, offering an invisible olive branch. “I’m done fighting.”
Skin to skin once again created a robust torpedo, rocketing through my insides. Honestly, I wasn’t looking for anything but a truce. If I had to live with a lifetime of lust for Lola, so be it, I’d manage.  Running away hadn’t solved anything, maybe clearing the misunderstandings between us would. Strangely, her fingers softened their grip, almost welcoming my digit shelter. Our fingers together sprang forth a Sunday school rhyme, signaling the loss of my reasonable thought processes.
Here is the church, here is the steeple, open it up, and here’s all the people. For me it changed to- Here is your safety, here we are friends, open us up, and here no one pretends.
“Truce, I’m offering a truce. Life’s too long to stay enemies.”
“Enemies? You thought of me as an enemy?” Lola’s shoulders drooped, the left one a bit more than the right. Remembering her from the diner, I wanted her more confident. She wouldn’t move on to better things, a better mood, better decisions unless she stood up for herself.
“It’s the first word I thought of, not necessarily what I thought of you.”
Changing tracks quickly, her shoulders squared, she made eye contact. “I’d like to talk, very much so.”
“Nice, how about you follow me? We can go to this nice quiet jazz spot, have some beignets with cafĂ© au lait.” I don't hide the key to my heart, it dangled precariously, waiting to be stolen. I didn’t want to remain in Lola’s trap, I wanted free of her…maybe. If I had no choice, would I finally give in?
A hesitant upturn of the lips, those beautiful soft lips, precluded a slow nod of her head in agreement. “Your place sounds so much better than any popular coffee chain.”
“I know how to pick ‘em.”
Sliding into my car, panic replaced warmth. What the fuck was I doing? If I wasn’t careful, the entire floodgates of my love for her would drown my sense of reason, pushing me into a twisted place of suffocating discomfort. For so many damn months, I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, every moment a tortured reminder. Was I putting myself back in the path of her destruction?
Turning the key, calm replaced chaos. I only wanted to cut away all the hate, the misunderstanding, the anger. I knew full well what I was doing. I would be in control. Two-Face Harvey Dent had nothing on me at that moment. Two such different sides of me jockeying for position.  Facing Lola was like going into a fist fight, I had to plan my strategy carefully so I didn’t lose my footing.

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Friday, April 24, 2015

Fusion Friday! back to 1985

welcome to Fusion Friday...approaching 45 and feeling reminiscent of music past...so, each Friday I'll post a retro tune to share my love of days of music past...Listen Via You Tube

First song is a silly one...remember David Lee Roth? Of course we do!!!  Van Halen was the best, then, the split that caused heartbreak...sigh. David Lee Roth official

Just A Gigolo Lyrics

"Just A Gigolo" was written by Caesar, Irving/brammer, Julius/casucci, Leonello.
I'm just a gigolo and everywhere I go
People know the part, I'm playin'
Paid for every dance, sellin' each romance
Ooh, what they're sayin'
There will come a day, and youth will pass away
What'll they say about me?
When the end comes I know they'll say just a gigolo
And life goes on without me
I'm just a gigolo and everywhere I go
People know the part, I'm playin'
Paid for every dance, sellin' each romance
Ooh, what they're sayin'
There will come a day and youth will pass away
What'll they say about me?
When the end comes I know they'll say just a gigolo
Life goes on without me, 'cause
I ain't got nobody, nobody cares for me
Nobody, nobody cares for me
I'm so sad and lonely
Sad and lonely, sad and lonely
Won't some sweet mama
Come and take a chance with me
'Cause I ain't so bad, you know baby it
So lonesome all of the time
Even on the beat, only only on the beat
Bozdee bozdee bop didy bop
I ain't got nobody
Nobody cares for me
Nobody nobody
Lonesome baby, lonesome all of the time
Even on the beat, Johnny, Johnny on the beat
Get low so, daddy, mama
Sonny said, he's got nobody no, ooh no
Say now
Nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody
Nobody cares for me
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Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Lacy Underwear isn't ALWAYS a Good Idea --SAID WHAT???

Hello everyone! Today in The Locker, I want to talk a little bit about what touches our skin. Specifically, what touches my skin. My autoimmune diseases have affected my nerves, which in turn can aggravate my skin. Once again, I dove into research.
From Healthline.Com
"Rheumatoid patients can develop skin disorders. According to the University of Iowa Hospitals & Clinics (UIHC), this happens because rheumatoid conditions like RA are autoimmune diseases.
UIHCnotes that the same kind of immune system problems that cause joint inflammation, swelling, and pain can also affect your skin. When this happens, RA patients may develop lesions or rashes on the skin, reflecting immunological dysfunctions."

I've noticed the usual sunspots, age spots, freckles, etc that have slowly increased over time. With my fair complexion, I should've heeded the warnings about sunscreen. So, now, I'm gonna preach the benefits of sunscreen and shade. You don't want skin cancer or ugly skin spots from seeking the sun glow. Word.

This picture IS my leg, after contact with just warm water
The rash is something different though. I remember getting hives when I was a kid, the pediatrician told my mother I had a histamine imbalance, which led to pressure hives. So, any prolonged contact with my skin could cause a hive reaction. How fun. I wish he'd had more knowledge of autoimmune diseases, maybe he could have uncovered the truth about what was really going on in my blood stream.

But, anyway, yeah, been there done that sometimes looks like an army of mosquitos took aim to my skin- leading to my statement about lacy underwear. The prolonged contact from the cute lacy material sometimes causes hives on my ass. Not the spot you really want hives. Aside from wanting to dig a hole through to my yoo-hoo from itching, the pressure hives don't go away easily. And, creams like hydrocortisone, steroids, etc? Forget it. Those really don't work.
Sometimes shoes cause hives on my feet. this is a picture of a good day
Here's the other frustrating part...I don't know what will set the hives off! I can choose to wear lace one day and have zero problems. But, choose the day when I really want to be sexy for the show, and guess what? It ain't sexy having hives on your butt cheeks. Turn down the lighting please.

I also love watching sports my kids play. Take me out to the ballgame any day. But, dammit, if those are the metal benches with the grooves running over them- absolutely not. Give me a blanket please, my tushie is sensitive.

I've went on and on about my ass, but, these hives can occur other places too. For example, the tops of my feet. If a pair of shoes are too tight across the top, the hives form where the straps or material connects with my skin. I could also go on and on about tight waist bands, tight elastic leg bands, bra straps, and another horrible spot---the back of my neck. I can't wear a swimsuit that ties around my neck. sigh.

The scary part of the research, and one reason the internet is a bane to health care professionals, is the wealth of doomsday prognosis prevalent. For example, just today, I'm reading rashes associated with RA indicate a more serious involvement, possibly the other organs. Well crap...another question for my doctor.

Not me,but an example of what my hives look like sometimes
I feel like the Princess and the Pea sometimes, and don't want to chronically complain about everything. However, I'm wearing lacy underwear today, so, anytime could be a trigger. Pray I can make it through the day without requiring fingernails. Thank you.

Friday, April 17, 2015

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“How am I supposed to walk away when you won’t even let me try, let us try? No sane person on earth gives up before the game’s even played.”
“A game is right, Marty. Everything I do is a contest, nothing meaningful. As much as I honestly put in, nothing good ever happens. I’m a destroyer, intent on hurting myself.”
“Bullshit! What a pathetic excuse to stay a player. Would you recognize extraordinary if faced with it? Because I recognize it every single time I see you.”
“Do you really want this?” Lola squared off like a gunfighter in the Old West.
“Absolutely. You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. When I see you, I live in the moment. I don’t care about the future, what could or couldn’t happen. I’m more present with you, more engaged, than I’ve ever been before. I couldn’t control my body if I wanted to. Like some dark corridor, I want to know where you lead.” I rushed her, wrapping one arm around her waist and the other gently gripping her neck. I tilted her head, positioning just where I wanted to kiss first. “I want the full Lola experience.”
“You’ll be sorry you want me so badly. You’ll hate me in the end.” Her chest heaved, her breath came in deep bursts. Lola’s neck and chest flushed with red splotches.
I had to take her, bite her neck like the hungry man I was. “Give me the chance to make up my own damn mind.” I leaned down, nibbling her collar bone.
Lola moaned, I didn’t give a fuck what her mouth said, her body told the truth. “Marty…holy shit.” She grabbed my belt loops, crushing me into her hips.
Game on.
Putting off the important first kiss, I wanted the peak of our energy one hundred percent, the moment our lips touched had to be perfect. I dragged the tip of my tongue, following the carotid artery up her neck. The arched vein pulsed, engorged, just like my cock. The oxygen rushed to our brains, fully awakening our deepest desires. The runner’s high wrapped around us both, shooting us into the most exciting atmosphere I’d ever known. “You’re amazing, the most delectable thing I’ve ever touched with my tongue.”

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Nail You to Your Promises...Tuesday Tales

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the word prompt, "nail". Would Marty ever change his mind?  From Steal My Heart, book 4 WIP from The Fantasy League series.

“Good Lord, young lady, you sure make me feel my age.”
“Yeah, old man, whatever, mid-life crisis years are still well ahead of you. Today is attributed to couch-itis.”
The fifteen mile bike ride through an expansive nature preserve winded both of them. However, Sharlyn would never admit the truth. No breeze, the bright green leaves still in the heating, humid air, the day proved to be another hot one. “C’mon big brother, I’ll buy you an ice cream.”
Suddenly, it occurred to Marty he hadn’t had ice cream, since, well, the last time with Lola. “Ice cream?”
“Yes, you know, the frozen sweet stuff that adds pounds to your gut.”
Recalling their goodbye, when she rejected him, she wouldn’t leave with him. She didn’t want a relationship. They were better suited as friends, blah blah blah.  Trite replayed scenes flickered in my mind, as if veiled from a strobe light. Betraying tears fell from Lola’s gentle face, just missing the inside edge of her bowl, almost giving an alternative meaning to salted caramel gelato. How did I miss the analogy then?
All I wanted was her teasing smile, the mischievous giggle, anything telling me she wanted me too. Even a chance, just a small one, an agreement testing the waters of our resilience. Dogged determination to find us the way she scraped out the empty, sticky bowl, looking for more, yet invisible ice cream.
She said no because she knew everything would be exposed. I’d find out about Sharlyn, her vile past, the ugly truth. Was she really thinking of me? Knowing how much hurt and anger would be contained in our shared house? The resulting separation of everything- books, silverware, my heart from my chest.
Sharlyn sat quietly, watching me- for how long, I don’t know. I finally met her eyes, she pretended to inspect a broken nail. “What’s so heavy? I didn’t mean you’re getting fat or anything.”
“Silly girl, I know.” Aside from physically shaking my body like a wet dog, I had no idea how to lose these feelings Lola continued invoking from deep inside me.
“I know a great frozen yogurt place, that stuff’s almost like eating nothing, or kale. Not quite the empty calories of water or something, but you get my drift.”
“Lead the way.” I wheeled my bike toward her Jeep.
“I know girl trouble, I have radar for split tail problems.”
I couldn’t lie to Sharlyn, she knew the truth, even if she didn’t know the details. “Memories- ice cream brought back certain memories.”
“I could apologize for bringing it up, but, why? You know, I could say something as innocuous as, oh…yellow mustard, creating a tsunami of heart break. Our experiences and memories are so private, and sometimes oh so very weird.”
“I one hundred percent agree.” Our entire exchange proved genetics ruled not only physical attributes, but personality as well. Lola shone through her daughter more clearly than a star on a perfect night. My aching heart received a reprieve because of charming affection. I welcomed the happiness. “By the way, do you have an affinity for yellow mustard?”
“But, of course! What else would you put on a sandwich?”
Damn, there was her momma all over again.

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Monday, April 6, 2015

Tuesday Tales, Of What Do You Speak....

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! I hope you enjoyed an Easter weekend full of peace, love, and rejuvenation. Spring is heading rapidly our direction in Texas, thunderstorms provided a cozy backdrop to life this morning. This week our group writes to the word prompt, "speak". How does Finn really feel? From Steal My Heart, book 4 WIP from The Fantasy League series.
I don’t remember falling asleep. Somewhere between languid kisses and exhaustion, Danika cradled my head perfectly between her collar bone and neck. A dreamless slumber, because she was my dream, I slept the contentment of a small child. I didn’t recall such a restorative night, in all my years snuggled under a blanket for the comfort that never fully existed. I found a missing piece of security, all in the rhythm of her deep breaths and occasional whimpers.
She’d never understand the depth of my contentment. When I awakened tangled within her shelter, I knew I was a changed man.
I foolishly believed my lottery scholarship topped my list of life’s highs. Now, with Danika lying against me, her skin to mine, I knew no amount of money would top the concept of her…her and I. I could have it all, no matter how tough the struggle. I’d make it work. She breathed sharply, sounding a strange blend between gasp and moan. Was she dreaming? Maybe a nightmare I could protect her from. I embraced her tightly, pulling her into the shelter of my body. I’d never let anything happen to her, I shuddered the thought- a thousand images of horror blanked my consciousness. Kissing her forehead, making the promise of a hundred years ago, in valor, she’d be my charge.
What if everyone had such a comfort? Having someone’s back became more meaningful. The sorrows of the world wouldn’t stop, dangers lurked, and I had a new responsibility. Danika. She shifted, slipping to her side. I naturally spooned behind, taking in the scent of her shampoo. Desire became tenderness while our bodies softened into rest. My future schedule ran through my mind. I once prided myself there wasn’t anyone I needed to see or speak to everyday. The next level of our relationship showed me those days had passed.

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Wednesday, April 1, 2015

MS is no April Fool's Joke

Today in The Locker is my bestie Brian...he is a righteous beast. This man dedicates 24/7- 365 to ending MS. He doesn't have MS, he has a strong body and strong mind to work for those who do suffer from MS. I'm proud to call this man friend and lucky he is part of my circle in life. Please consider a donation to help his fight...he's raised thousands of dollars up to now, even $5 pushes for a cure. Please see today's message from the one and only--Brian Jones
Dear Friends and Family,

Multiple sclerosis is a chronic, unpredictable disease of the central nervous system, which is made up of the brain, spinal cord and optic nerves. It is thought to be an immune-mediated disorder, in which the immune system incorrectly attacks healthy tissue in the central nervous system.

In 30 days I will be riding in my 10th Bike MS to raise awareness of this disease and it's affects millions of people, and to raise money to help fund research for new treatments and and a cure.  I am asking for your help in this important cause because of eight amazing women I know who live with MS every day. 

Please consider a tax-deductible donation that will benefit the National Multiple Sclerosis Society. Click on the link below to visit my personal page for information on how to donate.

On behalf of Diane, Lisa Frey, Angie, Leah, Patti, Lisa Warner, Beth, Sandi and myself, thank you for your continuing support.

God bless,


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