"It's a girls only party...andI thought I'll invite the girl living inside you."I blushed at this but told her I was too shy to go through with this.B...esides, I wasn't gay."Nonsense," she said. She came close to me, grabbed my shirt collar andpulled me closer. She was half an inch taller than me without her heels.And I had seen her strength. As I smelt that intoxicating perfume againand looked into those deep blue eyes, I couldn't see any malice. But Idid sense her resolve and gulped."You're. Comments and suggestions are also welcome at the above email address.---Sarah Carerra Book 3 - Concerto in A-By Megan Campbell(Released: November 12, 2012)Chapter 27 - A Very Carerra ChorusThe first few days of November felt almost normal, or at least like what Iremembered normal to be before Sarah came into my life. The only thing Ihad to look forward to each day was school, and, well, that didn't compareto what was usually going on in Sarah's life. I did visit Mr. Bensonduring lunch on. I imagine his big arms wrapped around her, fumbling withthe delicate zipper of her skirt as I bend down to pick it up. I hold itin front of me and remember how hot she looked the couple of times she'sworn these out, and how she teased and tormented me as I knelt before herputting them on. Was it him that she was going to go see after I kissedher ass before she walked out the door in these?Images of them locked in carnal embrace, his tongue filling my wife'smouth, my wife's lipstick smeared on. " Whereas," Stacie continued, "freelancers have an entirely different rhythm to their lives. Think about it. You get people calling you for gigs first thing Monday morning. People who're worried about the projects they've given you call on Friday. Wednesday is a down day." She smiled up at me. "Did you know that?" No," I said, "and I should have. I represent a lot of artists, most of whom are freelancers. I wish someone had told me this a long time ago. Think about it. If you knew your client's.