Absorbed by Peggy Rockey

No Warning

He typed furiously, eyes glued to the screen, oblivious to the world. “Honey, I need your opinion on something.” He grunted, fingers flying. She sighed, dropping her robe, “About this negligee?” His brow furrowed deeper, “Yeah, that report needs tightening too.” The scent of her perfume finally stirred his senses. “Oh my!”...

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Peggy (PJ) Rockey
Peggy (PJ) Rockey

I tell things as they are, except when I'm writing a story or a poem, then I get to make stuff up! I live in the California Sierra Foothills, surrounded by rolling hills, oak trees, and overlooking a lake. Here I find peace and inspiration to feed my creativity.

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