Good Apple

By Lindsay Debout

One bad relationship doesn't mean that all Debbie's relationships will be bad.

A female-friendly short story for adults from the Warming Stories collections. No drugs, no abuse, no violence; just an independent woman coping with life, hopes, fears and desires.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lindsay Debout
• Release date: Feb 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463666722

Lindsay Debout

I live in the English countryside with a loving spouse, two equally wonderful children and assorted pets who have their affectionate moments – usually when they’re hungry.I like to write adult-themed stories featuring realistic women coping with realistic situations: no vampires, zombies, aliens or eye-watering sexual gymnastics. Any sexual content is appropriate, realistic and fully consensual.Writing is an occasional pastime; my goal isn’t fabulous riches, but simply to entertain.

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Good Apple

an adult short story

from the Warming Stories collections

by

Lindsay Debout

Copyright 2019 Lindsay Debout

This edition published by Smashwords

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All stories, and the characters within them are pure fiction. Any resemblance to real people or events is entirely coincidental.

All characters depicted in sexual acts in these works of fiction are above the legal age of consent

Debbie’s living room was tiny. Six steps took her from wall to wall. She glanced back at her desk. The new program would be easy, if only she could concentrate. Getting code right needed a calm, clear mind. Everything she didn’t have right now.

She glared at the intercom. Sometime soon it would buzz to announce the arrival of her new PC. The thought made her shake and feel sick. Not with excitement at the thought of better kit. Fear at the thought of a man at the door. At least most of the regular deliverymen knew the score by now.

The baseball bat by the desk offered some comfort. Debbie snorted. She had an intelligent layman’s understanding of psychology - enough to know self-delusion when she saw it. Looking round the room, she also recognised the whole home as womb metaphor. That’s fine by me. I’ve no plans to go outside anytime soon. In here I’m safe. In here I’m in control.

Maybe so, but she couldn’t control other people’s schedules. She went into the even tinier kitchen and tried to make coffee. Pouring the milk into the sugar bowl instead of the mug didn’t improve her mood. Hurry up, damn you! You were supposed to be here by now!

Braced for the buzz of