Hey Look! Hope's ranch is coming back too! This is some of the backstory to how it got to be the way it is.

Before I could control myself, I started crying.

To my eternal relief, Mrs Wilson didn’t come and offer to help.

When I’d recovered my composure, I said to her,

“You can’t be serious. You really want me to come and tell a load of adolescent girls about a man who does not want to be a man and why he’s having his dick cut off?” I blurted out rather angrily when I’d recovered at least some sort of composure.

I dragged a handkerchief out of my handbag and tried to dry my eyes without making too much of a mess of my makeup. 

What if you could fly? You, know, be a kick-ass superhero whenever you want. That's what happened to college freshman Ned. Though, here's the catch—every time he uses his powers he turns into a woman. Still want to be that superhero?

“It’s not like I expected to get dragged into something like this”

August wonders into the back-storage area where Becca keeps the cars her father had bought to be refurbish. She spots a nice Ford Mustang that looked like it needed some body work done to it. The interior didn’t look to bad, but it could be updated and made to look like it was new. She walks around and just enjoying the peace and quiet while exploring the old cars. August finds an old VW Thing and sits in it.

She wonders if this was brought for Becca? It would fit her style of things.

Jem… Chapter 198

Jem…Chapter 198 by Bailey Summers Copyright © 2013 Bailey Summers All Rights Reserved.

“Oh jeez, another big American Pop group performing at the mega concert hall around. Please just gag me with a knife or a rusty spoon” Craig muttered, putting down the newspaper he just bought at the gas station. “Why do I even bother to hope, in the Midwest or the dead spot of the U.S. for foreign musical groups? I mean I know Chicago scores sometimes but generally most popular foreign groups may hit the coasts and that's it. Sure there are SOME foreign artists at cultural events but they're generally no name and some, if not most, are traditional music.”

CHAPTER 71
The rest of the interview was a bit of a blur, so I was surprised when it came to an end. Tom thanked us all and then one of his staff took us down to the staff canteen, where he joined us after about twenty minutes. Ernie nodded to him.

“When’s proper filming, then?”