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David Witchey, who fell from the sky and forgot to get up. We have all done something that worked really well then discovered that the next time we tried it, we failed miserably. As a child growing up in a small town, I dreamed of learning to hang glide. Once I was out of the house, I bought myself lessons. At the time, I lived in Idaho. Hang gliding was everything I hoped it would be. The instructor was sharp, and I knew I was in good hands.
And what do you get in return? The audience leans forward, a collective held in thrall. Picking up energy, I turn and stride stage right. Every eye in the auditorium follows me.
Twice as likely. Do you think that's fair? Agog, they watch me.
They don't suffer from anything, in fact, because if it makes them unhappy, they move on! They don't try to change it, or whine about it, or spend hours with their girlfriends analyzing why. They simply open their hands and let it go! Ah, how I adore the sound of clapping. It takes a great deal of effort not to break into another grin, but I manage it.
I stand with my legs shoulder-width apart in the center of the stage and gaze lovingly at my audience. Even in my thoughts, I'm careful not to call them my "minions," as my best friend Darcy does. The word is far too disrespectful for a group of people who are putting half a million dollars in my pocket for a few hours of listening to me talk.
In this way, and in this way only, a woman controls her own destiny, and realizes and safeguards her power. She's never at the mercy of anyone else.
A definition you can truly embrace.
Bitch : noun a woman in control of herself, her life, and her destiny, who always gets what she wants. Shouts of "Amen!
Now I can't help myself; my mouth breaks into a huge smile. A bitch always gets what she wants. A bitch isn't bossy. She's the boss. In life, in work, and in relationships, bitches always do better. Now let me ask you ladies,,," I throw my shoulders back, lift my hand to the sky, and raise my voice to the rafters. Applause thunders. The audience leaps to its feet. And I stand laughing on the stage, soaking in the adulation of over two thousand women, thinking there's no way life gets any better than this.
Well, if Mr. Forty Seconds of Fury had turned out to be Mr. Four Hours of Foreplay, it would've been better, but because men are men, we women can't always get everything we want, despite the claim of the empowering graphic projected on the wall. Which is precisely why I own so many vibrators. Unfortunately, I committed to dinner with Darcy tonight at Xengu, the new hot spot in Tribeca, and there's no way she'll let me off the hook, no matter how tired I am.
Calling her a foodie would be like calling Jesus a rabbi: accurate, but completely missing the point.
Darcy has turned dining out into an art form, and a highly lucrative business. She's one of the most successful food bloggers in the States. She's also the only woman I've ever met who can make a grown man soil his pants in fear at the mere sight of her. If a restaurant gets a thumbs-down review from her, its owner might as well close the doors and start over. She's utterly, unapologetically ruthless. And brilliant. And loud. And hilarious. If there's anyone in my life I'd use the L -word for, it would be her.
I'm back in my condominium building, awaiting the private elevator that will take me to the penthouse level, when my cell rings.
My assistant Tabby is carrying it, along with my Hermes bag, my laptop bag, and my rolling travel bag. Bitches don't carry their own luggage. I don't have to ask Tabby to answer the phone. She fishes it from her jacket pocket, blows her fire-engine red bangs off her forehead, eyes the readout, and holds the cell out to me.
Instead, I stalled. The kite twisted on its center and did a wing over. I plummeted toward the hill face. The keel, the point, of the hang glider hit hard rock. The kite crumpled. My harness yanked at my chest. My helmet hit something and bounced off. Then, silence. Dead silence. Not even the sound of a breeze in the grass, and at that moment I understood what I had done wrong.
The weather was a little different. I expected the updraft. No breeze. No updraft. When I started to sink, I pushed for altitude that my mind and body told me should be there. Physics is a bitch. Gravity always wins. My instructor clambered down the slope to me at great personal risk. I climbed out of the wreckage. Are you all right?
I had just destroyed his training rig and split his helmet almost in two. Remember the helmet bounce? Completely destroyed the helmet. His concern was for my well being. I did not have to pay a dime for his equipment. Good man. I had a powerful, good experience.
The emotional impact was huge. The joy was very high. I wanted that experience again. I wanted it a lot. My mind and body remembered every detail of that experience and did everything right to have that experience again.
However, conditions had changed. Failure was inevitable.
The cyclic deteriorating fallacy of personal experience works like this. We seek a result. Three more sell. The rest garner rejections. We would probably look at the other two as well. Suppose we discover that each story had an unrequited love element, a female protagonist with red hair, and a mountain resort.
Well, that one should have the best details for allowing us to sell more since we already did the love, femred, and mountain bit. It happened during ski season at the mountain resort. So, now we write stories that have love, femreds, winter ski resorts.
Sign in to see the full collection. When Rebekah Blake accepts a position as Sinners' new soundboard operator, she's determined to seduce the band's rhythm guitarist, who she's always had a crush on. With her self-esteem in tatters after cancer treatments, Rebekah craves someone's interest. But Trey Mills only looks good to Rebekah in theory. When he can't give her what she needs, who will step in? From the moment he lays eyes on Rebekah, Eric Sticks is completely smitten.
It's as if fate dropped his perfect woman right in his lap. He showers her with attention. He wants her. When he finally gets her, the pair of kinky lovers will have to overcome their inner demons if they want to take their relationship to the next level The Sinners on Tour Series: Erotic Literature Fiction Romance. Kindle Book Release date: August 6, Availability can change throughout the month based on the library's budget.
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