Centaurs-Hoof

Tanita's phone rang, waking her, and she reached for it without getting up. Pulling the big, orange, nineteen-sixties era handset under the blankets, she purred sleepily, “Mm'low?” “Wow that's sexy,” came the voice from the phone, along with the encryption beeps. “Mark?” she asked, becoming more alert. “Yeah,” he replied, “did I wake you?” “What time is it?” “It's about seven-thirty. In the morning. I couldn't reach Chloe, but she said she'd be with you.” “Chloe?” Tanita said loudly. “Jimmy? Anybody?” She lowered her voice and said in a seductive tone, “Nope, I'm all alone. Wanna come over?” “Where are you?” “I have no idea. Somewhere in C...

“Hello Hunter,” she said as her brother made his way towards her, staring. She studied him as he approached, the navy Brooks Brothers suit he was wearing with a pale-blue button-down shirt, and a silk heritage tie with matching handkerchief. She also noticed their father's gold Patek Philippe watch on his wrist. She knew that their father had intended her brother to inherit it, but the sight of it on his wrist somehow drove home the fact that she would never see her father again. She glanced down at her own watch, an inexpensive plastic one Mark had bought for her to replace the first watch he had given her, the one that had not survived a...