Loves Me Not

By G.S. Bailey

Wendy didn't like her life, and she doesn't particularly like her after-life either. The children of the house understand her. Two little girls with their childish games. Their daddy says he loves them, but that's what he used to say to Wendy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: G.S. Bailey
• Release date: Jul 23, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005215651

G.S. Bailey

Aussie author of cold case crime, romance, erotica and light horror.

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Loves Me Not

G.S. Bailey

Edited by S.D. Chambers

The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to real life persons or situations is coincidental and unintended by the author. The places described in this book are either products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

Copyright © 2014 G.S. Bailey

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Death is confusing. Existence is flashes of awareness amidst the cold darkness of despair. It is better for a soul who passes on quickly, their life complete, stored in the fabric of eternity, their spirit released and reassigned to their next new life.

To remain in death, as Wendy had, was to be forcibly held and ripped from one flash of pseudo consciousness to another. There was no way to control it. Being ripped away from a worldly experience was painful and could happen at any moment.

Wendy was sometimes visible to the living when having such an experience. She was pressed up against the ceiling of the attic, in the corner. Her lifeless form did not have the physical mass to lower to the floor where the children were playing. The younger of the two little girls looked up at her and smiled.

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Randal Wade was twenty-eight and not long out of college and football days. He was never going to make it in the big league but did well enough during his time to be popular with the ladies. He had a following of guys too, who looked up to him, checking with him before laughing, making sure he thought the topic was funny first.

Things hadn’t changed in the four years since graduation. He had retained a following of football buddies who he’d hang out with on a Friday night, scouting for babes.

Look at that bitch -- gaggin’ for it, Alex said, casting a glance at a woman in a see-through blouse and red bra.

She’s checkin’ every dude here, Toby agreed. Look at the way she licks her lips.

The three men chuckled amongst themselves. They spotted another woman to make fun of -- a peroxide blond, perhaps around forty, dressed as if she were