Twiggyish | Saturday, May 26, 2001 - 07:05 pm  This one is a cheap dime store novel written with one or more sentences. (Could even be paragraphs)...so let's have fun. Thanks Moonie for the idea! The sound of pattering rain on the window pane drew the attention of Katrina, who saw the drops as tears. In her long slender fingers she held the letter from |
Moondance | Saturday, May 26, 2001 - 07:11 pm  Heath her love. They shared a torrid love affair for 7 long hot months. |
Twiggyish | Saturday, May 26, 2001 - 07:19 pm  But now he was sending her a "Dear Katrina" letter. It wasn't anything to do with Katrina herself, but rather his devotion to |
Zeb | Saturday, May 26, 2001 - 10:26 pm  testing the ballpoint pens his company produces. Was this thoughtless and selfish of Heath or was he just trying to better a society of letter-writers by beta testing high grade ink transferral mechanisms? Only his... |
Penpoint | Saturday, May 26, 2001 - 11:37 pm  mother, Lady Edith, knew for certain what went on in Heath's strange mind and what motivated him. She had been his closest confidant. They had always shared intimacies; not the ordinary mother-son relationship. It was as if they were of one mind. She was the only one who knew just how much those pens tickled his fancy. After all, she felt the same way. Katrina didn't have a chance. |
Twiggyish | Sunday, May 27, 2001 - 11:53 am  Letting the letter fall from her long, slender, piano fingers, she sighed. After Heath, there was always Reginald who |
Penpoint | Sunday, May 27, 2001 - 01:36 pm  had dark curly hair, piercing deep blue eyes, and a chiseled body. Katrina had had a slight flirtation with him before Heath entered the picture. Even then, Reginald continued to send her a single red rose every Tuesday. It had been on a Tuesday when they first met. He definitely was a dashing figure and certainly had a romantic streak. Of course, there was one small thing about Reginald that worried Katrina. |
Moondance | Sunday, May 27, 2001 - 01:47 pm  Could she compete with his long lost love, Tiffany? She had been such a big part of Reginald's life since the high school prom. Him in his powered blue tux and her in her fuchsia pink taffeta ... there was too much history between them... |
Twiggyish | Sunday, May 27, 2001 - 01:51 pm  Reginald seemed obsessed with Tiffany. The hated Tiffany was cursed with long golden locks of silky hair. Needless to say, Katrina burned with envy. She devised a way to change Reginald's mind.. |
Penpoint | Monday, May 28, 2001 - 08:19 am  * * * Life is so good and I'm having such fun, thought Tiffany as she examined her breasts in the mirror. Dr. Rutherford had done a wonderful job on them. And Reginald was taking her to the races. They would sit in his box and everyone would drop by to say hello. She just knew she would be admired. Her figure was perfect, her hair shined. She would wear the periwinkle frock. It matched the color of her eyes. And that attractive young man had been so attentive to her at the Ritz Bar last night. He had given her a ball point pen with his name on it: Heath Cliffe. She had noticed his sensual hands caressing the pen as he presented it to her. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the ringing of her cell phone. |
Twiggyish | Monday, May 28, 2001 - 04:12 pm  It was her bookie, Charlie. He needed her picks for the races. She studied the notes from her "source" and then made her choices. Across the room, she saw Reginald. His long sinewy, panther body |
Penpoint | Monday, May 28, 2001 - 09:57 pm  posed seductively in the silver-framed picture on her dresser. Alongside the picture was a note written on expensive ivory stock inviting her to tea on Monday with Lady Edith, a woman she had never met but whose activities she had followed in the society pages. Tiffany wondered why she had been invited, and then just assumed it was some connection with Reginald. As she slipped into her new periwinkle frock and tried to decide how many buttons to leave undone to show some--but not too much--cleavage, her phone rang again. A chill went down her spine when she heard the softly-accented throaty voice. "Hello Tiffany. This is Katrina." |
Moondance | Monday, May 28, 2001 - 09:59 pm  Damn Pen, you are good at this... both you and Twiggs! |
Twiggyish | Tuesday, May 29, 2001 - 05:11 pm  Katrina sounded a bit panicy to Tiffany. Feeling a bit contrite, Tiff agreed to meet with Katrina. How could Katrina know about Tiffany's deception? |
Penpoint | Tuesday, May 29, 2001 - 09:42 pm  Katrina had hinted that Tiffany's past could be revealed to Reginald. Suddenly she remembered that the first time she had met Katrina was in Dr. Rutherford's office. Katrina had been doing some temp office work there. She would have had access to Tiffany's medical records! How far back would those records have gone? Would they record the procedures in her infancy? She shivvered, feeling as though the blood was draining from her body. She had never trusted Katrina, even though they had occasionally had lunch together and had some mutual friends. She must stop thinking about Katrina's insinuations. Until they were face to face, she was only guessing at how much Katrina knew. For now, she had to concentrate on Reginald. |
Penpoint | Friday, June 01, 2001 - 07:56 am  He was so charming at the races, his large hand softly caressing the small of her back. Tiffany couldn't help but think what a beautiful couple they were. Both so tall, she so blond and sunny and he so dark and intriguing. As she scanned the crowd, she caught sight of Heath, who had given her the pen in the bar last night. He was three tiers over and looking directly at her. |
Twiggyish | Saturday, June 02, 2001 - 03:02 pm  Tiffany felt as if she would swoon. Her heart beat like a salsa drum, as she realized her true love was for Heath. Grabbing her binoculars, she saw Heath moving towards Reginald. Across the track, the horses nervously stamped in anticipation for the race. |
Penpoint | Sunday, June 03, 2001 - 04:43 pm  Why was he approaching Reginald, who had been on his way to place a bet? Tiffany saw them greet each other warmly and realized they might be in the same social set. Reginald brought Heath back to the box and introduced him to Tiffany. Tiffany was rather surprised when Heath showed no sign of recognizing her from the Ritz Bar. Instead he presented Reginald with a pen, saying it was his latest creation--the "Zebflow." He wanted Reginald to use it for a few days and let him know how he liked it. Then he just walked away without another glance at Tiffany. She was stunned. |
Twiggyish | Monday, June 04, 2001 - 01:49 pm  The "Zebflow" was actually a secret recorder and hidden camera. It allowed Heath, who was actually a secret agent, to spy on Reginald. Reggie was a well known |
Penpoint | Monday, June 04, 2001 - 09:46 pm  man-about-town who was suspected by several governments of secretly accepting illegal shipments of endangered ivory tusks. It was not known whether he hoarded the ivory for himself or was acting as the agent for other collectors. Of course, Tiffany had no idea that because of her association with Reginald she had been targeted for observation. The pen Heath gave her at the Ritz was monitoring her actions. As Tiffany's date at the races came to an end, disturbing thoughts of her conversation with Katrina returned. It was so distracting, for these thoughts were mixed with her anticipation of tea with Lady Edith. What should she wear to make a good impression? |
Twiggyish | Tuesday, June 05, 2001 - 11:07 am  Tiffany was bothered by all these thoughts, as she had never been one to care about anything. Her main concern in the past, had always been fashion and |
Penpoint | Tuesday, June 05, 2001 - 02:23 pm  what others might think of her. Well, actually that still was her main concern. She'd far rather think of meeting Lady Edith than worry about the veiled threats of Katrina. And of course she loved to ponder the wild facets of her love life. Although truth be told, Tiffany was really rather unexperienced in affairs of the heart--or sins of the flesh for that matter. Tiffany was a virgin. |
Twiggyish | Tuesday, June 05, 2001 - 03:55 pm  LOL!! Katrina was worldly and this angered the frustrated Tiffany. Without much ado, Tiffany set off for New York City to shop her troubles away. It was as she sat aboard the train to the city, she noticed the strange |
Penpoint | Thursday, June 07, 2001 - 11:01 pm  passengers who surrounded her. They were all men in grey overcoats. They were all wearing dark glasses. They were all reading the same magazine: Ball Point Journal! |
Twiggyish | Friday, June 08, 2001 - 08:37 pm  Tiffany knew these men had no fashion sense. The thought that anyone would wear grey this time of year, disgusted her. She was almost ready to say something to them about their lack of taste, when |
Penpoint | Monday, June 11, 2001 - 03:45 pm  she looked up and there stood Katrina laughing. "Dahling, are you zaving zis zeat for zomeone?" she said in her distinctive, throaty, Kathleen Turner accent as she slithered into the seat next to Tiffany. With her index finger she lightly brushed the top of Tiffany's hand. "You don't mind if I accompany you into ze city, do you dear?" she purred. Tiffany suddenly felt a warm rush rise through her body. She felt light-headed and could barely breathe. What was this frightening yet pleasurable effect this woman was having on her? "I'm just going to do some shopping," she finally managed to whisper. "Grand! We can zhop togezzer. Just like girl friends do." Katrina winked at her. |
Twiggyish | Monday, June 11, 2001 - 04:09 pm  Tiffany felt Katrina was being too phony. Afterall, she was the source of all her troubles. Tiffany knew the feeling she felt was anger at this manipulative woman. Withdrawing her hand, she turned a cold shoulder to Katrina. "B@tch!", Katrina muttered. Tiffany turned and smiled coldly. She knew this woman was trouble! |