Lester’s City: Just A Business Meeting

By TG Stone

A seasoned pro has to deal with a new lady boss...and she's a little spiky. He's going through stuff, and doesn't want to just roll over. Can he assert himself? The fireworks start.

• Language: English
• Publisher: TG Stone
• Release date: Oct 24, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311808233

TG Stone

TG Stone tries to make nice erotica, that's story based, believable, fun and a little filthy.TG was desperate to start re-channeling their creative juices for many years; thankfully, the right time may be now.After landing a first job as a copywriter, later TG made a career shift; whereby the next 20 years went by lucratively, but emptily. Throughout that time, everyday they had to work with other people's writing. Most of it was hard work.So, someday you stop feeling powerless, and just start to type. You get better at it, and you start enjoying it.TG had a lot of joy in the 90's, with a lot of very nice people. Those adventures are the basis for some of today's erotic material. Of course, TG may end up writing sombre historical novels.....but not yet. Let's party, but let's make it real not cheesy, and re-edit/re-edit/re-edit.TG lives alone but with many dogs. So they're never alone at all.Keep the writing coming - look up Twitter at TGStoneWritesFor bothering to read this, you are a very lovely person.

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Lester’s City

‘Just A Business Meeting’

Published by TG Stone at Smashwords

Copyright 2013 TG Stone

Lester was alone tonight, so he had a few more freedoms than he would in company. He cooked a simple meal, a childhood pleasure – scrambled eggs with cheese on toasted bagels. He let the vinyl version of the Stone’s Let It Bleed reverberate loud around his apartment. He was going about in sweats and a frayed t shirt.

He hadn’t drunk anything for 3 months; he’d felt the need to….shall we say, get a grip of himself. Now he allowed himself a bottle of smooth red.

He wandered around the space, padding across the carpet in bare feet. Paintings by friends were straightened at last, newspapers put into the recycling.

Last, he did something he would never let anyone else see. He went up to the mantelpiece, and picked up an award trophy. Holding it with both hands, he stared into it. Then he dusted it clean on his sleeve. He repeated this exercise with the other 2 statuettes, and placed them back in position.

His phone pinged with a text alert. He ignored it, and went to his wine glass. He took it to the kitchen and poured in the last of the bottle. After a while he walked to the phone, and flicked to Messages. ‘Lawyer’ was the last entry. Lester’s thumb jabbed the screen, and up came ‘Your divorce is legally final at 10 am tomorrow. You’re free bud.’

He went up to the windows overlooking the river, and stood watching out for a long time. Lights, and life, slowly flowed in front of him. He finished the wine, and sighed. He murmured to the waterfront below, ‘Well world, that’s the last time I’m gonna get fucked over.’ He took himself up to bed – he had a big job in the city tomorrow morning.

He walked up from the station into the bustle. At a street wagon he bought a coffee, and rang the