Jamie Mullan

   I haven’t been here, obviously, and I’m not certain when, if at all, I will return. Lately what has been keeping me occupied is my new story Wed to the Enemy, which will receive regular updates almost daily. It’s about a member of the French Resistance during WWII who is forced to marry a Nazi officer. Reads, votes, and criticism would all be greatly appreciated if at all you have the time!

   Aside from plugging my book, if you’d like to keep in touch with me, my Skype as always is goldenhandthejust. Please feel free to add me, it’s the only place you can really find me at the moment.

   Regards,

“You’ve known me how many years & you’re not sure if you can believe me? Ouch, my feelings are hurt, Jamie.” Amelia faked a pout as she looked down at him, her hands against her chest, clutching at her dress dramatically. “Okay, okay… If I show you one pair of my sexiest knickers, will you believe me then?” She couldn’t believe what she was saying but she wasn’t having her friend thinking that she was a prude, she was always one to prove a point.

“Well, if you’re really that desperate to get into my knickers, top drawer by my bed.” Was all she said before she stepped aside, giving him access to the hallway. If they were going with it, she was putting the ball in his side of the park. She was willing to go along with his shenanigans if he was. 

     ‘Don’t mind if I do,’ said Jamie smugly as he rose from the floor, head turning to keep his gaze on her as he swaggered down the hall and into her room. Of course, Jamie would push and push and push at every boundary until the other person would back down--which was probably why he and Amelia were often at a stalemate.

JACE;

     He awoke with a start--or well, a punch, really--and he took a quick breath as he was pulled from a dreamless sleep back into reality. A quick glance to the digital clock on the side table told him it was only half three, and he rubbed his eyes with a tattooed hand, forcing himself awake.

     It was then he heard her crying.

“You’re such a tit!” Amelia laughed loudly when he pushed up her dress. Her face was bright red & her heart was racing now, they had always joked about seeing each other in that way but he had never been on his knees in front of her looking at her underwear.

The blonde shook her head, trying not to laugh too loudly at Jamie’s statement, her hands pressed up against her face for a few seconds. “Oh shut up, no I don’t!” She smiled, pushing his shoulder back a little. “I have like two comfy pairs of underwear, all the rest are sexy as hell & you wouldn’t be giving me this ‘child-like innocence’ shite if you saw them!” Amelia defended herself as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Besides, there’s no way you can read pants like palms, you need to have actually fucked women to see their underwear - unless you’re one of those creeps that goes pantie sniffing!”

     Jamie laughed when he was pushed back by the shoulder, scrunching up his face with a genuine snort. ‘Well, I jost don’t know if I can believe ya. I need t’ see them sexy knickers, I think you might be lyin’, mate.’ He was obviously more than just a bit of a pervert, but he meant well. He had a habit of pushing his limits just about as far as they would go, but all the same if she was disinterested he would back off. Contrary to popular belief, he was a good lad.