Heartache Tonight
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December 7-8, 2011
Teresa Flaherty was sorry to part company with David Parkes. He was a handsome and personable man and from all indications a wealthy one. She was also sorry to have taken advantage of him as far as the rent for Mary's Cottage went, charging him at least twice what it was worth during low season - she'd take that up with Father Seamus at confession next time, but the money now clutched tightly in her hand was an answer to her prayers.
A months' rent plus damage deposit would have been a great help but six months plus deposit was a gift from heaven. This very morning she had been on the verge of having to close the real estate business that she owned with her sister Fiona, but now she could pay the back rent on the office plus she had enough money to keep the business open and food on the table, and pay her daughter's school expenses until the tourists returned in the spring.
She hurried into Michael Connelly's small printing shop. He was her landlord, a kindly seventy year old who she had known all her life. He was surprised to see her and especially to see her smile. Those smiles had been few the last few months. He knew her business like most of the real estate offices in town and across Ireland had struggled since the economy went into the tank in late 2008.
"Mr. Connelly I've come to pay the back rent!"
"Are you sure Teresa?" He was aware of her situation, being a widow and all with a young daughter and had not pressed the issue of rent.
He was astounded as she pulled fifteen hundred Euros from a stack of notes in her hand and put them on his old ink-stained desk.
"Hadn't heard you'd won the sweepstakes Teresa!" he laughed.
"No, but I did rent Mary's Cottage for six months ... and he paid the entire amount in advance!" she said excitedly.
"Well congratulations. A foreigner I take it?" He knew few Irish who would put up six months' rent when two would suffice.
"A Canadian actually. Got to run, make a few stops and then get Siofra at school."
She left in a swirl of good humor and delicious smelling perfume, which left Connelly wishing he was thirty years younger. He smiled as he put the bills away, thinking about how much merrier Christmas would be this year for his family with this unexpected gift from heaven.
Teresa retraced her steps of the morning and returned to Summercove to pick up her daughter at school. She made stops along the way at the gas and electric to square her bills and then to the bank to make a deposit. By the time she reached the school David Parkes was already known around town as that "rich Canadian who had rented Mary's Cottage", mostly because of Mr. Michael Connelly's inability to keep from passing gossip.
Later that evening, Teresa sat on the corner of her sofa sipping herbal tea and watching the bright fire that warmed her living room. It was about eight and Siofra was tucked in bed and she was settled in, legs covered by a throw her mother had made. Next to her was the black kitten Aisling, who had wandered in one morning at the beginning of fall and had stayed. She was a loving cat and a ferocious mouser.
The rain had started in earnest and she hoped David, and that was how she thought of him, was spending a comfortable evening. She knew he was home. She had seen him arrive in a taxi about half past six. In the faint light from the doorway he and the driver unloaded a number of parcels from the boot. She had briefly thought about inviting him for dinner but about that time she saw him head down the track, most likely for a meal at Bulmans. She was somewhat relieved since she had had no time to shop and there was little suitable in the house. Of course now that she had money again she would stock up and perhaps she and Siofra would have a meal out once in a while and they wouldn't have porridge each morning and soup and bread each evening. Never mind the fact that Siofra never complained. She was a lovely child and Teresa felt blessed to have her.
She frowned at thoughts of her late husband Sean, now gone just four years. Mostly he was a loving man who doted on his daughter but he was terrible when he drank, and drank he did. Early in their marriage he had limited his drinking and almost stopped altogether when she was pregnant with Siofra, but it seemed shortly thereafter he changed and his drinking increased. She blamed it in part to his brother Colin. They owned a fishing boat together and Colin had never married. He tended to be selfish and immature but he was the older brother. Then one night Sean came home in a terrible temper and that was the first time he hit Teresa. If her parents had been alive she might have left him on the spot. Of course like most abusers he felt terrible remorse and tried to make it up to her. And just when she thought it wouldn't happen again Sean would go out drinking with his brother and come home and call her degrading names and want to have sex, and when she resisted his drunken attempts he would hit her.
Four years ago Colin and Sean took the boat out knowing the fish were running but also that there was the potential for a serious storm. Sean never came back. Siofra was only two and hardly missed her farther and Teresa felt such a sense of relief at Sean's death she went to the rectory and had a long discussion with Father Shamus. Of course as the parish priest Father Shamus knew about their marital troubles so he was not surprised by her feelings. He was also a wise man who let Teresa work out her grief and mixed feelings.
With the little insurance money she and her sister set up a real estate office. It was a time in late 2007 that houses were selling briskly and prices just continued to go higher in the overheated real estate market in coastal Ireland. Fiona and Teresa were smart enough to put some money away for possible lean times. But those times came too soon. Fortunately their rental properties sideline became their lifeline. Occasionally houses still sold but those commissions were few and far between.
Now Teresa again had money in the bank and her bills were up to date. She had inherited the house and Mary's cottage from her parents. The cottage was named after her grandmother who lived there as a widow for forty years.
The only cloud on her horizon was Colin. He was a great brute of a man who seemed to have decided that Teresa had married the wrong brother. Actually Teresa had rebuffed his advances before her marriage to Sean. Certainly it seemed that Colin was the cause of many of the problems in her marriage. After Sean was lost Colin somehow got the impression that Teresa would welcome him in Sean's place. There could be nothing farther from the truth. She tried not to hate Colin but his smirking face and unwelcome overtures and his drinking angered and frightened her. He let it be known around the town that she was his woman and Teresa suspected that he had "discouraged" more than one prospective suitor. It wasn't that Teresa wanted to remarry but that was her choice not Colin's.
Her gaze shifted to the side window where she could just see Mary's cottage and noticed the lights in the windows. She did smile at the thought of the man there. What kind of man was David Parkes? He did not wear a wedding ring but at her mention of "Mrs. Parkes" at the office earlier she could not miss the fleeting look of deep hurt. He seemed so nice and very intelligent, except perhaps for how he let her take advantage of him on the rent. Her conscience struggled with that, but the warm feeling of security for the first time in months banished those thoughts.
The next morning as she got Siofra ready for school she happened to glance out the window and see David leave the cottage and set off for a run. She shivered for him as she noticed his attire – he was wearing a hooded sweatshirt and wool cap and running shorts and trainers but his legs were bare. She had met any number of Canadians and knew they were a hardy breed, but nonetheless it was not the attire she would choose for her morning run. The rain had let up and it promised to be a dry day – rare enough for Ireland in the winter. At least he wouldn't be running in the rain.
At about half past nine Teresa got an unexpected surprise. She had just gotten herself situated and the office opened when David Parkes walked in. This time he was dressed more for the weather in an open canvas coat with leather collar, a cable knit fisherman's sweater and heavy cotton cargo pants and sturdy leather boots. He looked much more rested than he had the day before, but there was still a guarded look on his face. She had seen that look yesterday off and on, but had put it down to jet lag and being a stranger in an unknown place.
Teresa was happy she'd taken extra care with her appearance this morning, wearing a dark fitted skirt, a cream turtleneck sweater and black high heel boots. She smiled at him and suddenly his face brightened as he smiled back. She unsuccessfully tried to dampen the excitement she felt in his presence, chiding herself that it was just silly for a grown woman with a six year old daughter to be mooning after a man she had just met and who she really knew nothing about. She did feel her face flush as he moved toward her.
"Teresa" she loved the way he said it with his North American accent. "Do you have a moment?"
She nodded, suddenly concerned that after spending the night at Mary's Cottage he had come to ask for his money back. No, she thought the smile that she hoped she had caused, gave him away. She tried to quash those schoolgirl thoughts but without success as his eyes seemed to light up as she stood to greet him.
"Of course, please do come in Mr. Parkes."
"Teresa, please do call me David."
"Very well, David..." She liked the sound of his name. "How may I help you?"
"I'd thought I'd drop in to ask if you, sorry, to ask if the landlord would have any objection to me buying some additional furnishings for the cottage."
Teresa blushed, knowing her little deception was over. Why had she not told him straight away that she owned the cottage?
"I think the landlord would have no objection at all." she smiled
"Good, well that's settled then." He looked like he was ready to leave.
"I'm sorry I didn't make it clear right from the start that I'm your landlord ... I just didn't want you to think ... well now I don't really know what I expected you to think..." her voice trailed off.
He moved to her and as he approached she had a vision of his lean and fit body, at least what she had seen of it under his running gear.
"Guess I should have read the contract more closely." He said as he took her hand. That spark she felt yesterday was there again. It wasn't a fluke.
"But everyone in town knows I'm renting your cottage it seems!" He laughed. Teresa loved his laugh, as open and enthusiastic as a boy. She had seen flickers of a fine sense of humor the day before but had not heard him laugh.
"Well yes, that's the way of it in a small town especially in the low season; people don't have the sense to mind their own business!" It was her turn to laugh.
"I really don't care if the town knows. I expect there's a great deal of envy that I'll be living next door to the prettiest woman in Kinsale!"
She laughed along with him, but blushed at the idea he found her attractive.
"Plus had I known you were the landlord you probably could have doubled the rent and I would have gladly paid!"
She winced inwardly but quickly recovered and said,
"Well David, if you decide to renew the lease I'll keep that in mind!"
They both laughed.
Teresa loved how he made her laugh and how his laugh was so genuine.
She wondered later how long they would have stood there holding hands had it not occurred to her to ask about what furnishings he intended to add to the cottage.
When she asked he let go of her hand – to her regret, and said,
"After spending the night in the bed I discovered that the mattress was probably for someone smaller and lighter so I'd like to replace that along with the rug in the living room, and perhaps add a desk and a few other bits of furniture."
She was immediately ashamed that she had made the rent so dear and at the same time not provided a comfortable place to sleep.
"David that would be fine."
He smiled at her.
"Of course I'll be leaving them behind when I return to Canada but a few sticks of new furniture – and a new mattress, will make my stay here more comfortable." The warmth of his smile almost overcame the chill at the thought of his leaving. She didn't want to think about that.
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It was the dog days of summer and the heat and humidity were so high it was almost impossible to stay outside in the middle of the day. My daughter had one week before she was back off to college and we hadn’t really spent any quality father daughter time. She was 19 and had a lot more important things to do than spend time with dad. I thought maybe a day at the beach might get her attention or maybe a day in the park looking at the alligators and observing the people might get her attention so...
VII The people from Leningrad were due to come for them in the morning, but their bags were already packed. The boys were on their backs now, in their crib, sated breast milk full on their lips, but Anna felt cool and restless even so, resigned to a fate of her own choosing but her heart full of regret that seemed to have taken her right to the edge of a vast, beckoning cliff. Her future was, she knew, in the abyss that lay before them all, her past was an unusable wreckage of skeletons...
Authors note: This is my first my first shot at anything like this, so please comment and let me know what you think. Any comments are welcome. It’s a very slow build up, so don’t expect sex any time soon. I am so grateful to my editor LaRascasse. If it wasn’t for him, this would be an utter mess. Enjoy Xoxo, Amber ********* ‘I am so fucking sick of your bullshit. It’s not my fucking job to deal with you and your depression. It’s not my fucking job! You’re so screwed up in the head, it...
Heart Of GoldBy: Londebaaz Chohan I later learnt that Daisy was from a far flung area of Wyoming. She joined ‘Super Electronics’ in my department almost 1 year ago. She was very jovial and cheerful person and soon was well known and friends with most of the almost 80 employees in the office. I was the manager of the accounts section. One day she was asking about the school systems of the Colonia township and the location she asked about was exactly my neighborhood. Low and behold, about a month...
Heart of Ice By: Michael Alexander?Breanne!? A voice called down the hallway. It was late and Breanne Erikson turned at the sound of the Entertainment Director’s urgency. With a weary smile she nodded at William Price as her boss stepped out of his office, waving at her. ?Hello, Mr. Price.? Bre said. Unconsciously she resettled the large purse over her shoulder as Price quickly moved down the hall toward her. ?I know you’re on your way out, Breanne, but I know you aren’t...
The Paladins struggled up the rocky crags, the weight of their armor and their heavy shields making their progress all the more difficult. They had tied the horses up at the base of the mountain, the climb would have only resulted in broken legs, and it had taken them almost a whole day to reach the peak. The terrain here was all jutting rocks and knee-deep snow. Perilously high falls and slippery surfaces had resulted in more than one accident, but none of their number had been injured thus...
Warning: I write cruel stories of humiliation (although I'm not into physical pain). If this isn't your particular brand of vodka, there are many other fine authors on this site to turn to. The following story is based on real people as described to me by a fan requesting to be inserted into one of my twisted fantasies. This is my first strictly TG fetish tale. heart-shaped box By tainted x Case #345-98A66 CONFIDENTIAL; Nondisclosure 15C; Clearance lvl 5; USERnAME:...
That night, as Darla slept, like nearly every other time she had fallen into a deep sleep, she had a very strange and erotic dream. In this dream, Darla found herself, with Robert, next to an ocean on an alien planet. The two of them had walked along the shore of the warm green ocean, which was illuminated by the planets and moons that filled up the night sky. As they came out of the water, Robert carried Darla back into a cave, sat her down on a thick, brown fell, and knelt in front of her....
The Starlight Sonata, Part III Heart of the Sunrise ©2008 by Adrian Leverkuhn (Note: The first part of the Sonata appeared under the title ‘Woman in Chains’, the second part as ‘The Stones of Years’.) I Once upon a time Tracy had cared about the world she lived in… and the life she’d taken for granted for so long. But that world, like the life she’d known so well, was gone… The people that had defined the contours of that life had vanished in a confused instant. Now she felt the remnants...
This following chapter from the third volume of my "Slaves of the Amethyst" saga is not an erotic story as such although there is a strong erotic thread throughout mush of the novel. I decided to post this extract however in the wake of Hurricane Sandy which has so badly affected the Eastern coast of the United States because of the parallels between the story and the real life experiences of my American friends who lived through the hurricane. In the story the valley of Mathomdale, where most...
I couldn't believe my luck. Just came home from a long day at work and wanted nothing more to unwind. Alone. Get my thoughts together, shower, and have a nap. I then noticed my trash bin was getting full and said "Fuck it!". Might as well take it down now and be done with it. After tossing the garbage bag in the dumpster I headed back up the stairs to my apartment. I noticed the cute boy who lived next door having trouble with his key. He was fresh out of college and new in the building. I had...
Babysitting for Mrs. Green had several advantages (none of which compensated for the kids being monsters). She was not going to come home early, she was not going to come home drunk, she paid by check at the beginning of the evening, and she had no interest in finding fault with how Shannon had behaved. The last point was becoming more important to Shannon. By the time Steve showed up at the Green house, he had done some planning. He was glad to see Shannon in a skirt again. He kissed her...