A Different Kind of Writer

                Charlotte jumped in her truck.  I have to break this thing off with Duke.  I can’t take this sneaking around anymore.   I headed up 95 S to make it to Woodbridge.  This was the last time I would be taking this drive to see Duke.  I don’t know what it was but he had me wrapped around his finger and it was going to stop.  I have a faithful man at home who doesn’t have a clue about all the things I do when I leave his sight or our beautiful estate.  He is in love; no, we are in love with one another but there were things about our relationship that lacked a little luster.  I had a freaky side to me that my Husband didn’t see the need to nurture and that’s how I got all caught up with Duke.

           The number one requirement to become a member of Optimum is Money and you have to have a shit load of it! The number two requirement is an Invitation. My name is Optimum 'Oxie' Price but this is not about me. This is about my Private Entertainment Establishment in which I affectionately call my ‘PEE’.   For some reason it is hilarious to me to actually pronounce it that way and to spell it.   It is amazing to see the expressions of some who don’t know whether to say it or try to distinguish if it is a misprint.   It tickles me to my toes but I’ve never lived by other’s rules or ways of thinking.   I cater to the Elite and when I say Elite I am referring to the 'Exceedingly Wealthy' Elite.   The kind that wouldn't be caught dead at a club to be seen with Puffy or Beyonce and the kind that the Paparazzi better not care to know.   They don't delight in the spotlight or the shambles of the tabloids.   They are...

The Refuge House Sandy grew up in what some would call a normal household; two working parents who planned her life out before she was born and set her on a path of the “right way”.  She enjoyed a nice life in public schools and graduated in the top five of her senior class.  She had her choice of colleges and she chose to study abroad in France.  Upon completing her Masters, she decided to stay at a health compound for two years.  There she learned the uses of herbs, flowers, plants, and all things natural.  One night, she was up late in the Aloe garden.  She heard a beautiful singing voice coming from the lake across the way.  She followed the voice and traced it to the edge of the lake near a mausoleum.   As she got closer to the water, the singing voice stopped.  She turned her sights on the mausoleum that was covered with vines of aloe leaves.  She thought it peculiar that something so old  didn't  have the signs...