Lahat ng Kabanata ng DOCTOR SIN ANATOMY(erotica series): Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Are those the new arrivals?” She heard the stern voice of Estelle Hamby ask her from behind.Turning to look at the head librarian, Doris almost dropped the stack of new books she was carrying. “Yes, Miss Hamby... they came in an hour ago.”“Ah, lovely.” Hamby’s keen eyes stared at the neat stack of books that Doris was arranging. “And did they send everything on our list?”“Except for the new Nesmir Christie book, they did.”“Darn it, that book is the one we need to boost our new membership drive.” Her boss sounded aggrieved.“We did get the new books by Devlin Geris and John Rood.” She held up a copy each of the two writers whom she considered among the best in the business.“Hm, I suppose those will have to do.” Hamby shrugged indifferently.“We could get them to do a reading here at the library...” Doris looked at her boss expectantly. “Or at least one of them, John Rood maybe... ” “If we could afford that, we needn’t be doing this membership drive.” The head librarian snorted an

Hi, Dory.” Jessica’s cheerful voice helped settle her nerves as she opened the door. “Say, you look a little flustered, are you okay?”“Yes, I’m fine.” Doris forced a smile. “And how was your day, Jess?”“Same old. Fly to one state in the morning and fly back in the evening.” The pretty blonde flashed a set of perfect pearly whites at her.Doris couldn’t help feeling a little envious of this young vivacious beauty living next door to her. She had known her ever since she moved in, about seven years ago. Jessica claimed she worked for a private airline, and often had odd and long work hours. She also seemed to have a lot of money and a very expensive taste in clothes and accessories. Blonde, blue eyed and full figured, the younger woman was also very free with the opposite sex, for as far as Doris could remember, she had never seen Jessica date the same man twice.“So you must be very tired then.” She said softly, hoping that her neighbor would turn in early and leave her to her specia

Try as hard as she might, Doris couldn’t recognize the woman looking back at her in the mirror. She hadn’t in her wildest dreams ever envisioned that she could look the way she did. Her reddish russet hair was beautifully set in tumbling waves and sparkled in the bright light. Her face was a glow with vivacity and her green eyes had never looked more mystifying and mesmerizing. Her finger and toe nails were elegantly manicured and polished. And the dress she was wearing was out of this world. She had only seen pictures of such fabulous dresses before, designed by Lauren St. Venire. The price of the dress could get her a year’s subscription of books.The glittering Burgundy Red of the evening gown clung to her body and delineated every curve. Precious stones sewn onto the fabric gave it a heavenly appeal, and it was a perfect fit too, as if they had custom made it for her. She blushed at the low cut neckline and was in awe at the soft globes of her enticing cleavage against the dark cl

I really find this quite amusing to believe." Rood was laughing, his face quite exuberant from all that wine. "That you, a librarian, moonlighting as an escort, an avid fan of my work, is on a professional date with me... I've never had this experience before, from any of the escorts I hired.""It's rather strange for me too." She laughed along with him, emboldened by the wine. "I would have never dreamt of even meeting you in a book signing convention, let alone being on a date with you... my first try at this, and... wow!""The situational set up sort of reminds me of some of my very early work," Rood shook his head. "When I was struggling to make it in this competitive business of writing.""Oh, would I have read any of them?""Don't think so, I wrote them under a pseudonym, and they weren't what one would label works of literary accomplishment... a far, far cry from what I do today.""Could you tell me about those books." She looked at him eagerly. "I'd like to read them, if I may

The bookies on Clarence Street opened at eight in the morning, but being a small local shop rarely saw much action until ten or eleven when the first of the gamblers would roll in. Karen knew this and so had allowed herself to open the shop a little late, taking a but more time with her make-up and even curling her hair. It was nearly half-past when she rolled the armoured security screen up on the cashiers desk. Mostly it was pensioners and the two or three professionals who would show up first. Just in time for the first of the day's races, stakes, handicaps, games, sets, matches, brackets, qualifiers, or finals to start. After that, it would depend on what was on the sporting calendar. If the world cup was playing, as it was this year, there would be a rush around midday as people popped in on their lunch breaks to place bets and either rush back to work or down the pub.Karen liked the job, her boss Mr Devon - after whom the business was named - had taken over the business from hi