He lifted his gaze to the framed photograph of Tanya and him taken on their wedding day. God, she had been lovely. Her smile had come through her eyes straight from her heart. He had known unequivocally that she loved him. He believed to this day that she had died knowing that he loved her. How could she not know? He had dedicated his life to never letting her doubt it.

Moving between her thighs, he stretched out above her, then thrust into her. Once. Because, as he did everything, he acted without hesitation or apology to claim her entirely. Her eyes went wide and her breath caught. Holding her gaze, he pressed himself deeper, barely easing back before pressing deep again.

If you loved people, you might hurt them, dissapoint them, anger them, but you never, ever, dishonored them.

It takes far less courage to cling to the past than it does to face the future".

I came to write after several mini careers. I did live theatre, managed a cosmetics store and was a local television personality.

People adjust their behavior to fit the society they live in. They integrate because they have to. But what they are on the inside doesn't change.

Life was precious. Life was fragile. Here one moment, gone the next. Every second should be milked for all it's worth because you never know when the bottom was going to drop out.