Well, what can I say about this story? I never planned to finish it because it was so hard to put on paper.Well, what can I say about this story? I never planned to finish it because it was so hard to put on paper. But things change and the completed work is the longest and most intricate story I've written. H. if that's you, you never read this.. I'm always looking for critiques (even flames!!) so feel free to write to me at jash@kuhub.cc.ukans.edu... I have no problem with people e-mailing my stuff around, as long as my name remains with it. And for those of you who suffer under the delusion that women engineers can't possibly be sensual... DarkNites: Old Friends (Part I) Adrienne swept across the room in a sea of bronze brocade. The man she was heading for rolled his eyes heavenwards but she never saw because by the time she reached him, he was smiling pleasantly at her. "Hi Babe.", he winked at her. "Still making entrances, I see." A quick smile flashed across Adrienne's face as she pirouetted, the fabric rustling before finally settling down around her. Every eye in the room was on her, some disapproving, some fascinated, some lustful... The brocade overcoat was fastened at the waist, sweeping out behind her in a elaborate train. Beneath it she wore nothing but a strapless black body suit. Perfectly respectable, but she still stood out like a bird of paradise in this genteel world of pressed suits and demure cocktail dresses. "Do you like it?" She stood there grinning, knowing perfectly well he didn't. "Its.. err... very dramatic. But then you knew that, didn't you." "Poor Andy...", she tucked her arm through his and started walking him to the buffet. |