Question: In the upcoming installment of the Ladies of Distinction series, Trail of Kisses, what are some of the gifts that Asia's sorority sisters give her for her getaway trip to the Rockies in Colorado?
Winner will be selected on Thursday, September 10 at 8 p.m. EST. Provide answer as a comment on the blog or to email at michellemonkou@comcast.net.
“I understand the purpose of Operation Oasis.” Asia Crawford lifted a devilish red lacy thong with the crook of her pinky finger. She eyed the offending object with a raised eyebrow. “What I don’t understand is why I’ll need this--or any of those.” Her gaze shifted from the gifts of books and candy, before she jutted her chin toward the tiny mound of square latex packages.
“I provided the books,” Denise remarked. “I don’t know what your other sorority sisters have in mind.” She wrinkled her nose with distaste.
“Actually I’ve come to expect this of you, Denise. You’ve made my birthday parties quite the talk.” Asia surveyed the pile of sex accessories. “I’m not sure about what’s the connection between getting laid off and getting laid?”
“Sex soothes the soul.” Naomi folded her long, athletic body onto the sofa next to her. “Plus, it’s been a year since you’ve been with a man. I don’t consider Jack to be a real man. So you’ve had what is called a dry spell. Not good for maintaining positive karma.”
“Well, being summoned in the middle of the day at work to Human Resources with an escort, and told that I have to exit the premises immediately, doesn’t make me want to have sex.” Asia remembered spending the first hour in a fog unable to grasp reality as she’d driven home. When the fog lifted, the full impact threw her emotions into a tailspin. She’d cried, railed at the unfairness, and lay in bed staring at TV into the weekend.
Despite all the logic she told herself, the creeping sense of failure ate at her fragile confidence. Her life appeared to be crumbling like dominoes as one thing crashed into the other until she lay flat, almost lifeless. Everyone told her that another door of opportunity would open. The thought was sadly comedic. In this economy, she’d have to open the doors, along with the windows.
“Here’s a Cosmo.”
Asia took the drink from Sara. She prepared herself for a lecture, as Sara was known for delivering.
“I know you can’t completely put this nasty business out of your mind. But today this intervention has one purpose.”
“An intervention?” Asia almost choked on the heavy serving of vodka laced with a hint of cranberry. She had to thump her chest until the hit of alcohol faded. “I don’t have any addictions, other than TGIF’s Brownie Obsession. Not sure what you’ve heard, although, thanks for all this . . . I think.”
“I’ll leave that comment alone. Now, getting back to the matter at hand, Operation Oasis is more than sexy underwear and physical gratification. You’ve always been there for each of our trials and been there for the celebrations. Let me remind you that the undergrad sorors presented you with the mentorship award for reaching back to pull up your sisters and for serving as a role model. You’ve done so much for so many. The least we could do is to provide a retreat of sorts with this spring trip to Colorado.” Sara’s presentation struck a humorous note with Naomi who snorted. Asia bit her cheek to keep from giggling. “You need some spark back in your life,” Sara added, waving off their silly behavior.
“And heck, it can’t hurt to jump on a harmless booty call with a sexy consenting hunk.” Naomi added, banging her fist into her open palm.
Asia shook her head, making a face at Naomi’s skewed philosophy on life and the role of sex. She shoved the lacy undergarments back into the gift bag. Her sorority sisters meant well when they planned and executed rescue missions. After all, she had participated in, and even led, several. Being on the receiving end was beyond embarrassing, though. All playing aside, her sorors’ love threatened to start her tears. And she’d cried enough.
“This is supposed to be a good thing, Asia.” Naomi threw her arm around her. “I thought that you’d cheer up.”
“Sorry. I’m touched. Y’all are too much . . . Thank you.” This time the tears surfaced. “This is a bit like winning the lottery.”
“Yep, an all-expense paid, with a couple of Benjamins expense limit getaway, with the possible bonus of getting picked up by an old rich man.” Naomi nudged her in the ribs. “See if he’s got a friend.”
“Or being picked up by a fashion model on vacation. Good looking, sexy, confident.” Sara sighed with her dreamy expression.
“Hmmm . . . or a gorgeous bad boy running from the law.” Denise did a little dance shuffle.
“Er . . . that’s not going to happen,” Asia answered. “None of those other fantasies, either. I plan on catching up on sleep, reading, and updating my resume. I may even go back to college. I’m using this time to kick my butt in gear and get focused. I have bills to pay. No way, no how am I moving home with my parents.” Asia shook her head for reiteration.
Naomi sighed. “You’re hopelessly boring at twenty-nine. As the saying goes Asia,--never say never. Let me get you to the airport and send you on your merry way.”
“But let us know how things are going. I wanted to come on the trip, but Naomi wouldn’t let me. She thinks that you needed a solitary retreat.” Sara pouted.
“I’ll call, text, tweet.” In reality, Asia welcomed the solitude. Having a twin made that option difficult to attain sometimes.
She used to enjoy the attention, as a child, whenever she and Athena, her identical twin, were together. Dressing alike wasn’t distasteful until, in high school, when she liked the same guy as Athena. When he obviously didn’t bother noting the differences between them and crowed about dating twins, she and Athena dumped him, then decided to find their own styles.
Athena took the more brash approach to life with lots of drama, at least one grounding a month, and trips to their grandmother for stern lectures. Asia stayed on the sideline as a spectator seeing the distress and disappointment from her parents. Although she envied Athena’s zany attitude, she quelled her impulse and worked on pleasing her parents, and in particular, her grandmother.
Now, her sister pursued her dream as a teacher on the small Caribbean island of La Isla del Azur. More importantly, she’d found her soul mate, Collin, and was more than head over heels in love. The wild streak in her nature had taken a turn toward calming, self-assuredness. Asia wondered if her sister could still understand the tumultuous feelings of discontent. Thank goodness she also had the strong relationships with her sorority sisters.
Naomi clapped her hands. “Party over, my Ladies of Distinction. Got to get Asia out of here on time. Take whatever food you’d like. Since Asia will be gone for three weeks, no leftovers allowed.”
Winner will be selected on Thursday, September 10 at 8 p.m. EST. Provide answer as a comment on the blog or to email at michellemonkou@comcast.net.
ONE
“I understand the purpose of Operation Oasis.” Asia Crawford lifted a devilish red lacy thong with the crook of her pinky finger. She eyed the offending object with a raised eyebrow. “What I don’t understand is why I’ll need this--or any of those.” Her gaze shifted from the gifts of books and candy, before she jutted her chin toward the tiny mound of square latex packages.
“I provided the books,” Denise remarked. “I don’t know what your other sorority sisters have in mind.” She wrinkled her nose with distaste.
“Actually I’ve come to expect this of you, Denise. You’ve made my birthday parties quite the talk.” Asia surveyed the pile of sex accessories. “I’m not sure about what’s the connection between getting laid off and getting laid?”
“Sex soothes the soul.” Naomi folded her long, athletic body onto the sofa next to her. “Plus, it’s been a year since you’ve been with a man. I don’t consider Jack to be a real man. So you’ve had what is called a dry spell. Not good for maintaining positive karma.”
“Well, being summoned in the middle of the day at work to Human Resources with an escort, and told that I have to exit the premises immediately, doesn’t make me want to have sex.” Asia remembered spending the first hour in a fog unable to grasp reality as she’d driven home. When the fog lifted, the full impact threw her emotions into a tailspin. She’d cried, railed at the unfairness, and lay in bed staring at TV into the weekend.
Despite all the logic she told herself, the creeping sense of failure ate at her fragile confidence. Her life appeared to be crumbling like dominoes as one thing crashed into the other until she lay flat, almost lifeless. Everyone told her that another door of opportunity would open. The thought was sadly comedic. In this economy, she’d have to open the doors, along with the windows.
“Here’s a Cosmo.”
Asia took the drink from Sara. She prepared herself for a lecture, as Sara was known for delivering.
“I know you can’t completely put this nasty business out of your mind. But today this intervention has one purpose.”
“An intervention?” Asia almost choked on the heavy serving of vodka laced with a hint of cranberry. She had to thump her chest until the hit of alcohol faded. “I don’t have any addictions, other than TGIF’s Brownie Obsession. Not sure what you’ve heard, although, thanks for all this . . . I think.”
“I’ll leave that comment alone. Now, getting back to the matter at hand, Operation Oasis is more than sexy underwear and physical gratification. You’ve always been there for each of our trials and been there for the celebrations. Let me remind you that the undergrad sorors presented you with the mentorship award for reaching back to pull up your sisters and for serving as a role model. You’ve done so much for so many. The least we could do is to provide a retreat of sorts with this spring trip to Colorado.” Sara’s presentation struck a humorous note with Naomi who snorted. Asia bit her cheek to keep from giggling. “You need some spark back in your life,” Sara added, waving off their silly behavior.
“And heck, it can’t hurt to jump on a harmless booty call with a sexy consenting hunk.” Naomi added, banging her fist into her open palm.
Asia shook her head, making a face at Naomi’s skewed philosophy on life and the role of sex. She shoved the lacy undergarments back into the gift bag. Her sorority sisters meant well when they planned and executed rescue missions. After all, she had participated in, and even led, several. Being on the receiving end was beyond embarrassing, though. All playing aside, her sorors’ love threatened to start her tears. And she’d cried enough.
“This is supposed to be a good thing, Asia.” Naomi threw her arm around her. “I thought that you’d cheer up.”
“Sorry. I’m touched. Y’all are too much . . . Thank you.” This time the tears surfaced. “This is a bit like winning the lottery.”
“Yep, an all-expense paid, with a couple of Benjamins expense limit getaway, with the possible bonus of getting picked up by an old rich man.” Naomi nudged her in the ribs. “See if he’s got a friend.”
“Or being picked up by a fashion model on vacation. Good looking, sexy, confident.” Sara sighed with her dreamy expression.
“Hmmm . . . or a gorgeous bad boy running from the law.” Denise did a little dance shuffle.
“Er . . . that’s not going to happen,” Asia answered. “None of those other fantasies, either. I plan on catching up on sleep, reading, and updating my resume. I may even go back to college. I’m using this time to kick my butt in gear and get focused. I have bills to pay. No way, no how am I moving home with my parents.” Asia shook her head for reiteration.
Naomi sighed. “You’re hopelessly boring at twenty-nine. As the saying goes Asia,--never say never. Let me get you to the airport and send you on your merry way.”
“But let us know how things are going. I wanted to come on the trip, but Naomi wouldn’t let me. She thinks that you needed a solitary retreat.” Sara pouted.
“I’ll call, text, tweet.” In reality, Asia welcomed the solitude. Having a twin made that option difficult to attain sometimes.
She used to enjoy the attention, as a child, whenever she and Athena, her identical twin, were together. Dressing alike wasn’t distasteful until, in high school, when she liked the same guy as Athena. When he obviously didn’t bother noting the differences between them and crowed about dating twins, she and Athena dumped him, then decided to find their own styles.
Athena took the more brash approach to life with lots of drama, at least one grounding a month, and trips to their grandmother for stern lectures. Asia stayed on the sideline as a spectator seeing the distress and disappointment from her parents. Although she envied Athena’s zany attitude, she quelled her impulse and worked on pleasing her parents, and in particular, her grandmother.
Now, her sister pursued her dream as a teacher on the small Caribbean island of La Isla del Azur. More importantly, she’d found her soul mate, Collin, and was more than head over heels in love. The wild streak in her nature had taken a turn toward calming, self-assuredness. Asia wondered if her sister could still understand the tumultuous feelings of discontent. Thank goodness she also had the strong relationships with her sorority sisters.
Naomi clapped her hands. “Party over, my Ladies of Distinction. Got to get Asia out of here on time. Take whatever food you’d like. Since Asia will be gone for three weeks, no leftovers allowed.”
Trail of Kisses
February 2010
Kimani Romance
ISBN: 978-0-373-86151-4
3 comments:
Hi Michelle -
I hope all is well.
it looks like you are setting Asia up for a wonderful adventure in the Rockies.
Some of her gifts were lacy underwear, books and candy.
Take care
Beverly
IS VERY GOOD..............................
The gifts Asia's sorority sisters give her was candy and books.
Amanda
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