Book Club Jane Fonda 소설 & 이야기

Jane said. Sally wasn’t too sure about this, she didn’t feel like chatting with Jane, but she was excited to see what Jane might have picked out for her, it might be an Audrey Niffenegger or a new Jennifer Egan she hadn’t read. Jane nipped into the back room and appeared a moment later with a thick, green pamphlet. “I think you might find this very interesting,” she said, handing it to Sally.

At the book club meeting later that evening, the energy shifted again. Smaller room. Softer lighting. No cameras. Just people and words and weight. A woman with silver hair squeezed my hand after my reading. “You look radiant,” she said. Simple. Unperformative. Another leaned in with a conspiratorial smile. “I love this era of you.” Era. I smiled. Soft. Controlled. People began approaching with intention. Editors. Quiet industry women. The ones who didn’t need photos to feel important. Then she appeared. Jane Harrow.

I needed to know what Max said, I needed to know if Sophie misunderstood or worse if she didn’t. Halfway through the meeting, Nia leaned toward me. “You okay? You seem somewhere else.” I forced a nod. “Just tired, book club isn’t exactly a very thrilling experience.” She accepted that and didn’t push. Honestly, I didn’t have the strength to explain my spiraling thoughts. The club shifted to discussing plot twists. For a moment, things almost felt okay, like the world paused just long enough for everyone to breathe. Jayden finally asked Maya to prom awkward, adorable, and so painfully sweet that the entire group pretended not to stare. Maya lit up like she swallowed a light bulb. I watched th

James asks, worry laced in his eyes. I mean, apart from him having a girlfriend while he was with me... "He treats me well," I say. "He should treat you like a Queen," James says, and a chill runs down my body. I smile awkwardly at him. Jane comes down from the aisle carrying two books and I thank the Heavens for the change of subject. She looks down at both of the books in her hands. "I don't know which one I should get..." she ponders. "Could always get both?" I suggest.

She might not have the answers then, but within minutes, she would come back with what you sook and more. Jane, on the other hand, is a bit taller than Pam and me, She is dark-skinned, and fleshier with big boobs and thick hips. You would have thought she would be the flirty type with guys at her beck and call, but no. Guys were flocking around her alright, but she had been dating a particular guy, Jacob since high school. He had traveled overseas to further his studies but they still kept in touch. They would call and skype all the time, and once in a while, she would involve Pamela and me in her chats with Jacob. Unlike Pamela, Jane is not that into books. We three met in the university. P

“Come to that coffee shop again, maybe you'll meet that guy again. Either he does look like Brandon or he's just your hallucination, at least you won't have to wonder anymore.” *** Diana stepped hesitantly into the coffee shop. Today, exactly a week later, at the same hour, the same day. She sat down and ordered as usual, then waited while taking out the book she always carried with her: a translation of an English literary novel, entitled Jane Eyre.

I glance down at her tits swelling against the confines of her bra, as I try to keep my cock from overreacting. "You seem like a nice guy, Mike." Barbara says. "But I don't know if you realize what's going on here." She shifts in her seat and looks away again, obviously very nervous about what she's about to reveal. "Remember that old movie, 'Nine to Five'?" She asks. "The one with Jane Fonda and Dolly Parton." "Yeah, that's one of my mom's favorite movies. We used to watch it over and over. Wasn't Lily Tomlin in it?" I ask, wondering where this is going.

I say, puffing out a sigh of relief. “Did you miss the part where I said you need money to buy it?” Jane retorts, spoiling my mood. “You’re broke in this prison, Don’s daughter.” “The Don’s daughter is never really broke,” I retort. After thirty minutes of walking around the hall, we leave for the canteen, which indeed has everything, I couldn’t be happier. We spend another hour browsing the canteen, then we move to a place they call the prison library. Jane spend thirty minutes showing me around, and I spend another thirty minutes trying to search for a BL novel. I didn’t find one. The only books are motivational and a few on growing flowers. What the fuck do I do with that? Plant roses in

I rang Brenda’s doorbell, trying to push the worry aside. Brenda flung the door open, her hair forming a wild halo around her head. She clutched her tablet in one hand. "Finally!” She said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me inside. "Come talk some sense into these women.” And that was exactly what I spent the next hour doing. The book club women could only be described in one word: crazy! They were crazy in the head, crazy in the pockets and by all means, crazy in their entire lifestyles.

"I call dibs." Jane groaned and Lia just shook her head, eating her ice-cream. This was fun. Three women hanging out and talking about stuff without judgement and discrimination. It was nice to have a circle you could trust. "The notebook." Lydia cheered and Jane groaned. Lia agreed with Jane. The notebook was soo overrated. "Nope, pick something else." Lia said, pointing at Lydia with her spoon. "There are tons of other great choices we can stick to." "There's this new movie, YOU. It's really really great." Jane said, chewing her nails and Lia smacked her arm.