Posts Tagged ‘SLH Vol1 Winter Season’
by hannah
August 26th, 2007
Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (Chapter 6)
CHAPTER 6: VALENTINE’S DAY MARTYRDOM.
Saint Valentine was a Roman martyr. Sometime during the third century, the Roman Catholic priest was tortured and beheaded on February fourteenth for marrying soldiers, who were forbidden the tradition by the emperor of the era.
Today, Valentine’s Day is a holiday celebrating love. A holiday when people express their emotions with flowers, chocolate, stuffed animals, jewelry, and other fashionable trinkets. A holiday filled with anticipation and expectation over what that special someone in your life will do to prove their devotion. It is a holiday for starting new relationships, proposing in old relationships, and repairing teetering relationships. A perfect holiday for romance.
by hannah
August 25th, 2007
Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (Chapter 5)
CHAPTER 5: REBOUNDING.
Ben is so great. In fact, I think he’s perfect for me. He’s nice. And he has a body I could fixate over for hours. Really, what else do I need?
I reach over for the glass of red wine sitting on my toilet seat, and take a sip. It’s Saturday afternoon so I’m partaking in my weekly ritual of sitting in the tub drinking red wine while shaving my legs—and, on this particular Saturday, thinking about my night with Ben.
I could definitely date Ben. He goes to some kind of college, so I’m sure he’s smart. And he works: a sure sign of determination. And I’m certain that once we go out on a real date he’ll open up. He’ll probably talk so much I’ll be pining for the days when he didn’t.
by hannah
August 24th, 2007
Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (Chapter 4)
CHAPTER 4: MULTIPLE ORGASMS.
It’s seven-thirty in the evening and I’m just now driving home from San Bernardino County. I’m trying to unwind from a meeting with my boss and the developer we’re working with to build another perfectly sterile community. The meeting ran late because they couldn’t decide whether the color scheme for the new neighborhood should be lemon chiffon, lavender pink, and russet brown or cosmic latte white, tea green, and purple taupe. As if one or the other will improve anyone’s ability to find their house. I finally suggest we speckle the neighborhood with a little of both. They think I’m brilliant. This is why I get paid the big bucks.
It’s raining and all of Southern California is in shock—swerving, nervously pumping their brake pedals, and driving so slowly I’ll have another grey hair by the time I get home. One quick blow from a Lake Michigan ice storm is all it would take to wipe out half the population…and then I would never have to deal with the idea of tea-green stucco again. My phone rings, interrupting my twisted yet pleasing thought. It’s Jack.
“I’ve got problems.” Jack’s voice is pinched. “The Police Officer wants us to be monogamous.”
