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    Oasis Stops: Paradigm Slip
    Oasis Stops: Paradigm Slip
    Oasis Stops: Paradigm Slip
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    Oasis Stops: Paradigm Slip

    By Patricks McLean

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    Paradigm Slip is the first in an exciting series of adventures of New Yorker Dorothy; a budding footwear designer. Married to a driven workaholic executive, an equally ambitious Dorothy is thrown into a world of mid-morning cocktails with an exclusive group of privileged young women, who are eager to explore her exotic beauty...

    Dorothy finally gets the chance to finish what she started in college and ventures beyond unexpected sexual boundaries. But will her journey be short lived should her husband discovers her afternoon foray of seduction with the ladies?—A contrast to her tame traditional small town life.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPatricks McLean
    Release dateJan 25, 2013
    ISBN9780973088847
    Oasis Stops: Paradigm Slip
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    Patricks McLean

    I am finally following a lifetime dream to write and publish my work. I know it will take time to perfect my craft. My mind churns a million miles per second and there is so much that I wish to share with you the reader.I am pleased that you are willing to take this journey with me.Thank you very muchPatricks

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      Oasis Stops - Patricks McLean

      Oasis Stops

      Paradigm Slip

      By Patricks McLean

      The Lamb Publishing

      Smashwords Edition

      This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead or actual events is purely coincidental.

      No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage or retrieval system, without the permission of the author.

      Oasis Stops Paradigm Slip Copyright © 2013 by P. McLean

      All rights reserved

      Published in Canada

      ISBN 978-0-9730888-4-7

      2nd Edition

      Many thanks to the women in my life who believed in me. Special thanks to my mother who was light years ahead of her time.

      Contents

      Chapter 1 – Not Again

      Chapter 2 – The Great Mist

      Chapter 3 – The Move

      Chapter 4 – The Visitors

      Chapter 5 – First Class Domination

      Chapter 1

      Not Again

      Jamaica? He can't be serious?

      After all, we’d just left Manhattan. When we moved, two years ago, he’d promised that the move to Omaha was a great career move. For both of us, he had said. Not totally convinced and with much reservation, I had listened as he’d gone into great detail about why the move was going to be good for us.

      Omaha, eh? At the time it sounded good because I was growing tired of our tiny apartment in the city. When he brought over the laptop and placed it onto the small glass table, where I was cutting out samples from a length of tawny tan suede, I was quickly drawn to the large homes. The laptop barely fit on the crowded kitchen table which was covered with sketches and fabric.

      David clicked on a link revealing even larger houses, beautifully landscaped, with endless green space, in the newly developed community on the outskirts of Omaha city limits. I was mesmerized with the click of the mouse on the next link. It was a fairly large house. The two storey, red brick structure was framed with four stately white pillars, accented with what seemed like blue skyline for miles and seductive, cascading snow capped hills in the distance. He knew I was a sucker for modern colonial homes.

      This is Omaha?

      This is it, he said, with reserved excitement.

      David and I got married three years ago in a small, antiquated church in Rosedale with twenty of our closest friends. That's all the church could hold. We lost thirty more of our other friends because they could not fit into the church.

      In an era of mega churches, go figure.

      We both lived at home at the time. We agreed after the wedding we would move to the city, where he worked. Our wedding and move were both very well calculated. David is anal about advance planning. When we told his parents about our plans, his very outspoken Jamaican mother asked, quite poignantly, You two have Manhattan apartment money?

      David was her baby.

      The days leading up to our wedding, she made several inferences to baby remaining at home. I did my best to ignore her. All I knew was, that I was not going to live with his parents.

      Don't get me wrong, his parents have done quite well for themselves. They own several boutique hotels across New England. They have a waiting list of over a year to get a suite. They live in a modest house in Rosedale all because his mother fears Uncle Sam. Strange as it sounds, I would later learn that this was a common fear amongst elder West Indians; Vida and her friends were no exception.

      Well, as it turned out, we had Manhattan apartment money, but only for seven hundred and fifty square foot of space. Hell bent to live the city life according to David's plans, we moved into our quaint studio in the middle of January.

      As luck would have it, the furnace in the newly renovated building was broken.

      Most of the tenants were crammed into the bistro across the street. The mood was electrifying with the mixture of jazz and spirited conversation escaping from the eatery each time someone entered or exited.

      Looking forward to enjoying our first night in our new home, we left the cramped bistro and walked across the street to our building. We raced up the brightly lit narrow stairwell to the fifth floor, straight to studio 5B. We spent our first night in our apartment huddled under blankets.

      That night, I would discover I was married to a man who knew how to keep his wife warm

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