August was walking through the storage hangar where the parts for the German bomber were being stored along with the fighters from that era. Since, everyone had the day off today with pay. She wanted to explorer the old plane and see what it felt like to fly in these things. This one wasn’t going anywhere, but it wouldn’t hurt to explore.

Nine Months Month Seven

Kelly is a 36-year-old man trapped in the body suit of a 25-year-old pregnant woman.

Kelly and Bill head north to meet the mother who abandoned them. Back in London Fiona, Matt and Saff come to terms with the attack.

Month Seven

The house looked like any other - a modernish 80s style house. The front garden had a low hedge and a large oak tree. I don’t know what I was expecting. Maybe something with turrets and a moat? The witch’s house in Hansel and Gretel?

Chapter 14 - The Sighting of a Clue

by Monica Rose and Marina Kelly
Editor: Qmodo

Most of the day Charlie and Jessie listens to music on his laptop. Jessie dances a little for the entertainment for Charlie and his baby sister to some of the music Charlie played for him. He can’t remember the last time he has had so much fun. The snow had slowed down outside.
Charlie looks over towards Jessie “why don’t you get bundled up and we’ll go and get some dinner?”

“Okay!” Jessie puts his mother’s coat on and bundle up Maggie so she would be warm. Charlie checks the steps to make sure they were safe to walk down. They could tell the parking lot had been plowed.

Darit’s anal opening and mouth hurt from the ten men he had been force to service tonight. His Russian handler had dressed him up as an exotic dancer and took him to an apartment where the party had been held. He was forced to dance and made to beg to be used like a slut. The men didn’t even used lube at first. The first guy to get up the courage to have sex with him force his way into his anal opening. Another guy came up in front of him and shoved his penis into his mouth and nearly choked him. Between the two of them he was manhandled.

Chapter 3

“August still felt weird along with the other girls as well. Becca, what did they do to us?” Her voice even sounded different to her.

“Why don’t you informed the girls about what has been done to them Kat.” Rebecca and Lev were too busy flying the plane.

“August, right?” Paul looks at her.

August nods her head. It felt kind of strange and stiff.

Sasha couldn’t help to think there was more going on here. They had left the warehouse with the men still tied up waiting for Sasha’s aunt to send her team in. They had met her aunt a few times and knew she was a dangerous person.

Dusk and Jack had met Sasha’s mother and father and knew for a fact that both were dangerous. They had watched them spar against each other and saw how deadly the two were. They knew Sasha father was Special Forces and an instructor, but they couldn’t believe
Sasha’s mother. She was just as deadly as her husband.

Shadowsblade a Whateley Tale: Written by Shadowsblade

Created for war and forged in pain, dealing with demons within and without.

Freddy doesn’t know what time it is when he finally wakes up. All he does know was that he felt weird. He was in some sort of bedroom and curtains were pulled back showing a setting sun. As he moved, he notice he was wearing a light blue night gown that felt incredible soft against his skin. When he looks at his arms, one had a tattoo of a vein with flowers on it circling down to the tip of his middle finger. He also discovers he was no longer a he, but a she. She had tears sliding down her cheek as she continues to look around the room.

After breakfast with her mothers. Angie and Carol took the girls with them to a tattoo parlor owned by one of the MC members. Angel had The Property of Carol Wallace tattoo in big letters on her right breast, just like she had seen her mother Angie’s several years ago. As for the one on Carol, she didn’t give Carol a choice where it was place. She had it placed on the left hand side of her neck. Just like her mother D.A. did with Angie’s name. This way Carol couldn’t hide it. The tattoo said The Property of Angel Dakota Swan with an angel resting on top of her middle name.

I arrived at the house in Tuscany a little before 3pm that afternoon very eager to see what Victor had discovered.

The sound of the Taxi’s tyres on the gravel drive alerted him to my arrival.
He emerged from the open front door of the house with a broad smile on his face.

As I paid off the driver he opened the door of the car for me to get out.

“Thank you for coming at such short notice.”

My Sister's Ken Doll

By: Zylux

Prologue
Our one man show this day is a continuation of My Ken Doll. But where as My Ken Doll is recounted by Laura this part is recounted by her younger brother, Mike. Our presentation opens with Mike giving a brief account of his unusual deal with his sister that climaxed on a faithful Halloween night. Mike then recalls how that night gave his life a new passion that would dictate his education choices, as well as his ensuing career and subsequent lifestyle. For those who wish to follow Mike's adventures, sit back and get comfortable, for the house lights are dimming and the curtain is rising.

Two months have passed by since Renata and Jesse returned from their honeymoon in Hawaii. Renata was sitting back stage at a concert hall in Richmond, Va. Her manager managed to get her a spot at a benefit concert for abused women. Her and the band her manager had put together had practiced everyday up to just a few days ago. Her husband was handling security for their equipment and their people. Her father had arranged all the transportation for them. This would get her name out there and give her a giant step of into the business.

Around six o’clock pm, there is a knock at his door. He lays Maggie down on the bed and walks over to the window to see who was at his door. He notices a man in a business suit holding a pizza and a Wal-mart bag in his hand. The man spots him, looking at him from the window. Jessie walks over to the door.

“Who is it?” He had his hand on the door handle.

It’s been three months since that nasty business with the Cartel had been dealt with and Jack was enjoying his daughters first competition event. Debbie had worked and trained the girls to ride their horses as well as she could. The first event the girls were in was calf robing. Both girls were competing in the team roping event to take down a calf. Julia and Gina had practice every day and worked as a perfect team together. They won that event by seconds. The next event they were in was bareback riding, which both girls could do with their eyes closed.

I slowly open my eyes and wonder how long I had been out. It looked to be early morning and I was lying face down on some grass. I slowly rise off the ground and stood there looking around. Taking in my surrounding and seeing where the heck I was. The air had a slight chill to it as I felt it against my warm cheeks. I looked down at myself and notice I was wearing an old fashion cloak like the women from the Middle Ages and its hood was covering my head. It surrounded my body keeping me warm from the chill in the air.