Lourdes of Loki - part 1Okay - My name is Lourdes, daughter of Loki. And this is my story.First of all, people do mistake me for Paris Hilton. That's all just a genetic accident, I promise. As far as I know, she's not related to any of my odd family members. Should be on the mothers side in such case, I assume, however since I never knew my mother, I cannot answer for that. Apparently she was my father's private secretary for a brief time back in the early nineties. And a bit more than 'secretary' as you probably can figure out. Then, when she got pregnant, she left that baby – me, with father and ran away, never to be heard of again. And only thing I have le
Lourdes of Loki - part 2 - The ClinicMy best friend Gaetania Sendari has a way with numbers. Especially those numbers which are related to sweet money. So I was soon hauling this smart, Italian lady on board, offering her partnership in my little business (which she of course gladly accepted) letting her to be the accountant and to make all the wheeling's and dealings when it came to starting up the clinic. Gaetania's connections with the mob (Her father Enrico is one of the most internationally powerful Don's) helped me to acquire a few other things I was needing as well, like a fake ID, making me 38 instead of 18 and forged diplomas from various medical universities
Lourdes of Loki - part 3 - Hollywood NoveletteYes, Steva was the first one, but she sure was not the last one. It started off with a trickle, there was the TV host with puffy eyes, and then there was this fifty something diva who had been in that 80ies soap opera. An old metal guitarist and an odd number with dated actors and actresses who had had their greatest successes during the previous century. And then all those 'normal' Janes and Joes who also wanted to look a bit more like they imagined they deserved to look.We could soon afford to put in ads in regular magazines and hire a receptionist, Christa Carleb, who could pick up all the phone calls and make reservations, freeing up Ga
Lourdes, of Loki - part 4 - Look, it's a celebAs he stepped through the door to the clinic, I could tell that he was still gorgeous. He might be almost 40, but oh dear, oh dear, those swaying hips, those broad shoulders and unruly, chestnut brown hair, fringe hanging somewhat down in his face and emerald eyes glistening like gems in the sun. Those eyes, they were like kryptonite for every girl who thought they had sworn off ogling. Yes, Simon Miner was still a man to look at, that was true. So what he was doing in our clinic had me at loss- first. As in the three or four first milliseconds. Before I remembered where we actually were. In Hollywood. Where vain is definitely the most common
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