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One Life Too Many – 3
Just a few notes to the readers who left their comments.
hazel_grey: Really appreciate your comment. Thank you for taking the time to read my work. As you look forward to reading my work each week, i look forward to reading your comments. Thanks again.
azmama: Thanks for your comment also. All the work that i post is honest and true. I love reading fan fiction from other writers and i thought, i could start writing fiction about the lovely ladies of the l word but i wanted to have a point of difference between my work and the work of others. So i have taken a different approach in writing about my experiences with love, family and friends and shared it with you. Hope you stay tuned. My life is quite interesting.
Seahurst: Can i just say that i have been a very big fan of your work for a very long time! It brings a smile to my face knowing you are enjoying my work in return. Thank you. Like i mentioned before, my work is about me in my real life and what i have and continue to experience to this day. For the time being, i will only be incorporating the characters of TLW as if i were watching them on television. I wish i could bring them to life in my story but thats not going to happen too soon lol.
I’m sitting opposite a very attractive woman who has the brightest of blue eyes and the darkest of hair. Her body is equally as mouth watering. Her body is toned, tanned and her breasts are sitting up nicely through her buttoned dark shirt. Wonder bras are one of man’s best creations I say to myself. Mano turns to me and asks what I said. I quickly snap out of it and tell her that I was reminding myself to buy a packet of cigarettes for my sister. She tells me that we can get them on the way back to my place.
So, what can you tell me about yourself that I don’t already know? Mano asks me. I smile and tell her, what exactly is it you already do know about me? I was strangely feeling a little uncomfortable. How is it that she already knew things about me when it was the first time we actually spent time together. Well, she continues, I know that you come of a European background, go to university, you’re not in a relationship at the moment and go by the name of J. I don’t know if that stands for anything like Jess or Jemima or… Jemima! I laugh interrupting her. That’s definitely not my name! But please continue. Well, that’s about all I know right now Mano tells me. I take the last sip of my scotch and tell her that she was right about everything and that my name J is simply a nickname that my friends created for me. They never had the energy to call me Jacqueline all day nor did they think I was a commoner to be nick named Jackie. So, they came up with something very unique for me. They dug very deep and had many meetings, I continue sarcastically, and finally came out with one letter to sum me all up. J. That’s the story behind my name, I tell her. Mano’s lips turn to make a smile. Your funny J, I like that, can I get you another drink? Sure I reply, I want to learn about you when you get back.
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(27 votes, average: 3.44 out of 5)
Thanks for sharing your story, although there isn’t anything that says you need to rate this an NC-17..G/PG would be fine..pls continue
yea I agree no NC-17 but still good