Well, Murph had really done it this time. His hopes for a downhill ski-racing medal in the Winter Olympics were shattered, as were both of his arms. It had happened fast, he was setting a record pace until his ski hit a mogul the wrong way and sent him sailing into the air and tumbling down the mountain. It was fortunate he hadnt cracked his skull. That would have been a drag, the doctors would have had to shave his trademark long, blonde hair. The damn full arm casts were bad enough.

Im never going to understand this stuff! Marty grumbled, Youre just wasting your time. Marty knew he really needed to pass this course to stay on the team but he just couldnt make sense of any of these algebraic equations. Maybe things would have been a little less tense if they hadnt assigned him such a gorgeous tutor. Mingmeis soft round body qualified as a major distraction. The way her perky tits pressed against the fabric of her tee shirt, the way she brushed her long black hair away from her pretty face, the way her cute round

Maria had tried to see her fathers lawyer at his office but the waiting room of the Legal Aid office was always teeming with people. Finally, she used some connections in the Mexican community to get his home address. She was surprised that he lived in a scruffy apartment building near his office. She thought all lawyers were rich. This discovery just made her angrier. Not only was her father being represented by a Yankee lawyer with too clients but he had drawn the poorest

My name is Etan. My mother used to say that it meant firm and strong. Now she tells me that it must mean stubborn. She was very upset when I married Chara but I believe she would have attended the wedding had my father not been so opposed. I sometimes do not understand my own family. My grandfather survived The Holocaust.

I had killed the lioness. Though I usually do my shooting with a movie camera, Im also pretty good with a rifle. Africa is a long way from the ranch in Wyoming that I grew up on but Ive found that a lot of my childhood skills come in handy now that Im making wildlife documentaries. We brought the carcass of the lioness into the village to show them that she who steals babies was dead. The big celebration came as no surprise, the sick cat had been feeding off their infants for the past year.

To Dean it was just another adventure. His wealthy parents had died in a car crash a few years back. Dean was happy to let his older brother run the family business. He lived quite happily off his share of the dividends and interest from the family fortune. He was twenty-five and didnt have any plans of settling down soon. Why should he? He was rich.

Id never been friendly with a black girl before but Tamara was different, not only different from any black girl Id ever met but different from any white girl, as well. Some of it might have been that she grew up in Jamaica and had a lilting BritishCaribbean accent that didnt seem as threatening as the ghetto speak of the other black girls I knew. Whatever it was, we hit it off from the first day she started working in the grocery store. When she was working the register and I was bagging, it was more fun that Id

Brodie couldnt dance worth a lick. Most people found this strange. Brodie had been playing in bands since he was sixteen and was one of the best drummers in town. The man knew how to keep a beat when he was behind his trap set but couldnt make his body move to it when he was on a dance floor. Maybe thats what attracted him to Jennifer. Brodie was the only white dude in an otherwise black jazz combo. They were doing a gig in a small club in Harlem when Jennifer first caught his eye. Behind her glasses she looked like a little secretary.

Aashka was working late again. It was well after midnight. Her programming project was buggy and bumping up against a deadline. It was beginning to seem that every solution generated two new problems. She wished this thing was over and done with. Just about every night and weekend for the past three months had been spent struggling with this project. Aashka was healthy young woman with strong needs.

Tommy, are you seeing that little Asian girl again tonight? Doris Evans asked her eighteen year old son. Yup, he replied while combing his hair, I think well hit a movie and stop off for some burgers after the show. Doris leaned against the bathroom door jam while admiring the build on her only son. Solid as a rock without and ounce of fat and handsome to boot! Dont you think its time you brought her around to meet me? she asked casually. Not yet, mom, he replied softly.