Being a whole Stories

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the quiet suburban neighborhood where Taya lived. At 41, she was the epitome of a conservative housewife—petite at 4’11”, with blonde hair that fell in soft waves around her shoulders and a slender frame that weighed just 120 pounds. Her life revolved around her husband, Will, their two teenage children, and the mundane routines of domesticity. But tonight was d...

The rain had about stopped when I guided the Benz into my garage. I tossed my purse and keys on the kitchen counter and immediately headed for the relaxing surrounds of my bedroom and bath. Kicking off my shoes, I headed for the tub to start the water; a couple of capfuls of my favorite bubble bath instantly started foaming on the water's surface. I stripped off my wet clothes and stepped into the tub, sitting in about th...