Welcome to this weeks edition of Tuesday Tales. Happy Valentine's Day to all of you! Robbie had a limousine waiting for their trip into Manhattan to get Jill heavier winter clothes. Since she returned to the east coast, she was still adjusting to the winter weather. Robbie brought her to top line designer shops in the garment district. Finding her size was a challenge, since everything had been marked down to make room for the spring line. Jill wound up getting three pairs of dress boots, two pairs of shoes and winter handbags to match. Most of her handbags were either white, ivory, tan or beach bags so it was refreshing to broaden her color spectrum along with heavy wool and cashmere sweaters. Their last stop was to grab a cup of coffee at Starbucks before heading to the office for the meeting Robbie had set up with the producer and other writers. As soon as the elevator doors to the office opened Gary Nelson was waiting for them at the reception de

Welcome to this weeks edition of Tuesday Tales to the word prompt metal. This is my work in progress that is still untitled. Make sure you stop to read the other wonderful stories from a great group of writers.   Jill stepped back out of Robbie’s embrace. The thought of this going any further spelled disaster. Mixing business with pleasure never worked when the relationship went south. The only thing that could come out of this was her being on the unemployment line. It was literary impossible to work along side someone after you slept with them. “What’s wrong?” Robbie asked, pulling Jill back into his arms. “I don’t want to ruin what we have.” “You’re not going to,” he said, staring deep into her eyes. “I’m not ready to get involved in anything heavy. I just got divorce and I’m trying to find myself.” Jill dropped her hands into his. “I lost a part of me when my husband’s past discrepancies caught up with him and slapped