Jaci and Dottie: Boy Trouble, Part 8

Dottie stood in her doorway in shock.

Alonely…Part one?

It’s my own little made up word for this, for the way that I feel so much of the time. I can be around people and I’m still alone.

And it hurts.

And it’s lonely.

So…Alonely.

Alonely sucks.

I mean there’s stuff that people always tell me that is just…

Get out there, go places if you don’t go places how are you going to meet anyone?

The Faithful, North African and Middle Eastern Islamic nations, are plotting to seize the oil resources of the Middle East. By controlling the earth's oil and its major trade routes, they plan to bring the world to its knees. Then, when the entire world is kneeling, the Faithful of Allah will read to them from the Koran, preaching the message of Islam, the True Faith. The Faithful will stop at nothing to achieve their goal. But how far will they go? And how many lives will it cost?

I ducked around the corner one step ahead of the heavy footfalls that chased after me. I didn’t think they saw where I went and I tried to calm my breathing as I slipped into the nondescript storefront to wait for them to run past. The anachronistic bell over the door rang as I opened and then closed the door behind me.

Bishop lays naked in bed, her head resting on the soft warmth of Amy’s bare breast. Her lover’s fingers are wrapped around the curve of her hip, holding Maggie close, and that one tiny gesture alone makes her feel wanted and needed and loved. It’s something she’s never truly had before, and realizing what she had been missing in all the years before she found Amy almost overwhelms her. She wishes she could save this moment in time and experience it again and again in the years to come.

‘Love.’ She smiles to herself, and gives Amy’s breast a tiny kiss. ‘It’s the most precious thing in the universe.’

‘And I didn’t even have to steal it.’
 

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