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Sin 10

It was unclear to me why I’d been defensive about Prisca to Jemima. Granted, I’d have done the same thing with any other case. Each student—each case—was different; each demanded the same level of confidentiality. Jemima had no business looking into my case files. She ought to have known better. In the three years we’d … Continue reading Sin 10

Sin 9

Rumbling thunder and pealing lightning killed hope of sleep for Prisca. She’d been awake, tossing in bed for the past two hours. It wasn’t raining outside. The lightning and thunder was the start of Peter White’s Stormfront. The entire track was composed to last only four minutes and nine seconds. A reworked version stretched for … Continue reading Sin 9

Sin 8

“I slept with someone I should never have.” Prisca had brought up the issue, then avoided it like the plague, avoiding too my direct questions about it, until I stopped pushing and waited for her to lead the way. In any case, her abrupt segue into the subject threw me for a loop. She was … Continue reading Sin 8

Sin 7

That was not a problem. I didn’t think it was. Reproductive rights group even made a killing championing principles that women should be at liberty to negotiate their rights to sexual equality. Given, those rights were limited to equal voice in bedroom politics, ensuring their liberty to decide when to use contraception of any kind … Continue reading Sin 7

Sin 4

Nothing I couldn’t handle! That was my huge mistake. If I’d known what events would unfold after that afternoon, I’d never have uttered those fateful words. In doing that, I broke Murphy’s Law and dared the Fates. The noble gentleman and the sister Greek goddesses of destiny decided to do something about my smugness. Clotho … Continue reading Sin 4

Sin 3

Jemima chose the place and seats, placed our orders, paid for the food—with my money, of course—and returned bearing a tray of loot. Typical fare: rice and drumsticks. They only varied in colouring and garnishing. The food wasn’t new to me but the place was. She told me the name. “Lakeside.” “What-side?” I was momentarily … Continue reading Sin 3

Sin

Up to the waist, she was one word—stunning. Perfectly manicured toes varnished in blood-red nail polish lay among coloured straps of leather that approximated as shoes. Her ankles rode into long, slender ebony legs that seemed to go on forever. They terminated inches well above her knees, interrupted by the thin hem of an ultra … Continue reading Sin