![]() ![]() ![]() By far, it was the most magnificent, and sensuous, gown she’d ever worn. A short demi-jacket of a single thickness of the same material barely covered her arms and shoulders. Its black beaded bodice hugged her curves down to her hips, forming a medieval girdle peak, which ended in a black jeweled dagger, below which a black silk organza skirt swirled against her legs as she walked. However, that was where the austerity ended. Her gown, befitting her circumstances, was black. Teresa stopped midway down the steps as eyes turned to her. ![]() Like me, sometimes that’s a lot harder than it seems. They center around people who are different, residing in a gorgeous southern town, and trying to live normal lives. My stories touch one another but stand alone. If you haven’t visited Ruthorford, please do. At least they have been able to make theirs useful. It’s also the reason I gave Dorian and other descendants their abilities in my Ruthorford stories. This is one reason I stay far away from windows during electric storms. Afraid to even touch my laptop, I ended up going out and hugging “grandfather” oak trees, hoping to discharge some of the current in my body. To be on the safe side, I’ll let my husband change the light bulbs. Today, I have shocked my husband twice, made an arc to a surge protector, blown two light bulbs, and set off a desk calculator. Some days are more exaggerated than others. ![]() To say I have an electric personality would be an understatement. ![]()
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