As soon as Bob was out of sight Liz pelted next door to Jan's house. She was standing in the front yard, making a show of watering the garden, when she spied Tony's Ute turning into her street. He pulled into the driveway and jumped out, those shorts riding up again and flashing his thigh. … Continue reading Liz Thurlow, Part Six: Tony Unblocks her Pipes

Bob's habits irritated Liz, but not so much that she would ever leave him. It is not as if he was violent or abusive. He was just, well, boring. Besides, Liz was fifty now. She didn't want to start over again, leave her house and her comfortable life. She'd never be able to afford to live … Continue reading Liz Thurlow, Part Five: The Anticipation of Tony Babic

Tony was standing there with his hand outstretched. Liz could hardly snub him, could she? His grip was firm - Liz liked that. She hated those insipid handshakes of women who just rested their fingers, like a limp dead fish. The only thing she hated more was the air kisses of the ladies at the tennis club. 'Daaaahling, you're … Continue reading Liz Thurlow, Part Four: Liz Keeps a Note