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E'volvo'lution Chapter 6

E’volvo’lution Chapter 6

We got back to the truck yard and Anders called for a meeting in the afternoon. I was told to just relax until then so I went and sat with Berget. She was very appreciative of my business look and sent me off to different places to get papers for her.

The ploy worked as I got a lot of ‘hubba hubba’ comments, and I really felt good when we went off for lunch.

E'volvo'lution Chapter 5

E’volvo’lution Chapter 5

We kissed a bit more and then she said that we had to work again in the morning. We got back on the bikes and went to our respective homes. Astrid was still up when I got in and she took one look at my face, “A good night, I see.”

I suppose that I looked blank so she laughed, “You can always tell when a girl has had a good night, especially when she’s forgotten to redo her lipstick.”

E'volvo'lution Chapter 4

E’volvo’lution Chapter 4

Tuesday, my second day of work, was a very early start. Now I had my phone I could set the alarm so was up and dressed and out of the house before six. I had got Astrid to unglue the special panties last night.

Although they had outlets that allowed me to do my business, I had started to itch underneath. It had been lovely having a shower this morning and the special panties were all right just pulled on, now that I was mainly wearing jeans.

E'volvo'lution Chapter 3

E’volvo’lution Chapter 3

He looked so radiant I gave him a peck on the cheek, much to my wonderment. Then we were back to photos and explanation but this time I was also being asked about the specifications and was able to hold my own.

I tried to get them interested in the electric just a couple of trucks away but most wanted to talk about lots of capacity and brute strength.

E'volvo'lution Chapter 2

E’volvo’lution Chapter 2

After we had eaten I thanked him for my lunch and he smiled, “It’s no bother, I hope that we can sit together many times in the future.”

We then had a quick look at the ‘Adrenaline Area’ where they do burn-outs and have motor-cycle stunt riders. We were not so interested in that so then went to look at the older trucks and the military display, finally getting up into ‘Answer’ to have a quiet rest.

E'volvo'lution Chapter 1

This story came about from messages I exchanged with Holly Snow. I had written that I was trying to set my stories in various places and she suggested that I write something about Northern Europe. I joked that I could call it ‘Antonia from Estonia’ and this is the result, some 65,000 words later.
Marianne

E’volvo’lution Chapter 1

Songs for Two Lives Parts 16 & 17

Part 16 And The Beat Goes On

So here I was, a twenty-three year old mother with a great job, a loving family and a very good bank balance. It couldn’t get much better than that.

Actually, in one respect it did. It was my time with little James that was transforming me as I wondered at the life I had created (with a little help from Jerry).

I found myself in the nursery / music room often, gently playing my much loved Sammy guitar and singing to my son.

Songs for Two Lives Parts 14 & 15

Part 14 Teenager In Love

On the way back to the hotel I pulled him into a jeweller where we chose an engagement ring. It wasn’t flashy but I could see the worried look on his face at the price.

I chuckled, “I’ll get it today and get the boss to take it out of your wages during the summer.”

That done he put it on my finger and I kissed him before paying the account and we went back to the hotel.

Songs for Two Lives Parts 12 & 13

Part 12 Here comes the Sun

The next morning I woke with a man cuddling me for the first time. I took advantage of his readiness one more time before we went and showered; then dressing before going down for breakfast.

He dressed quickly in his outfit from last night and sat on the bed and watched me as I selected a top and skirt to wear.

When I sat at the vanity to brush my hair he came and stood behind me with us looking at our reflection in the mirror.

Songs for Two Lives Parts 9,10 & 11

Part 9 Money, Money, Money

The band stopped playing and the police in the hall went to see what the noise was all about.

One of them came back to me, “He claims that you’re his long lost daughter and he says he wants to make up for what he did. I suggest you have a little chat with him because he won’t go away unless he sees you.”

I motioned for the band to start playing and followed the policeman, the surfer surgeon joining us. Out in the foyer two burly guys were standing next to a chap sitting on a chair with his face in his hands.

Songs for Two Lives Parts 7 & 8

Part 7 Morning Has Broken

I came back to consciousness, of a sort. I was unable to see anything but could hear machinery making noises around me. I felt different and suddenly thought that being able to feel at all was proof that something good had happened.

It took me some time before I figured out what the difference was. I was obviously in a hospital bed but now my body had no bandages while my head was swathed in them.

Uplifting. Part 14 Final

Uplifting Fourteen

I signed the forms and kissed Margo before I was taken away for my ‘simple procedure’ as the surgeon put it. Before long I was prepped and on a trolley heading for the theatre. I gave my dick a little pat as I went and whispered, “Thanks pal; we had some fun, didn’t we?”

Songs for Two Lives Parts 5 & 6

As an apology for the double post of Uplifting, here is the next post of 'Songs for Two Lives.'

Part 5 The Magic Bus

I settled into my new life. My new manager told me I was lucky to have got the job as the budget had been limited the day after and that he wasn’t able to employ any more staff.

The job wasn’t difficult; I just had a database of all the properties that the council managed as well as another of the waiting list. My hardest part was matching properties with the right number of people in a family.

Uplifting. Part 13

Sorry about the double up. It's been one of those days!

Uplifting Thirteen

Shelly looked through more of the diary while we were waiting for DCI Jones. She had a very thoughtful look on her face by the time he came in. He was a really well-built and fit guy and she told us that he was the chief of the CID at the station as she introduced us.

He asked what was going on and she gave him the diary, open at the marked page, and asked him to take a read.

I could see his eyes widen as he read.

Uplifting. Part 12

Uplifting Twelve

I quietly spoke to my make-up artist, “There’s two girls here as our PA’s. They’re experienced models, signed on with our agency, and you’ve worked with them before, I think.” and gave her a wink.

She left me and went out to see Mario, coming back to return the wink before saying “I’m going to love working with you, honey. Those other girls have been a right pain in the arse for weeks.”

When we left the cubicles to go on set we both looked like a million dollars.

Songs for Two Lives Parts 3 & 4

Part 3 I’m a Believer

During that autumn and into winter I worked in the garden on the good days and at being Georgina on wet ones. She had planned to spend Christmas with her boyfriend so had talked me into playing her at the house for two weeks.

She took a photo of herself on her phone, followed by one of me, and sent them off to someone she had contacted.

Two days later the answer was positive so she made arrangements. In the middle of November I found myself in a small private clinic having a little cosmetic surgery on my facial features.

Uplifting. Part 12

Uplifting Twelve

I quietly spoke to my make-up artist, “There’s two girls here as our PA’s,. they’re experienced models, signed on with our agency, and you’ve worked with them before, I think.” and gave her a wink.

She left me and went out to see Mario, coming back to return the wink before saying “I’m going to love working with you, honey. Those other girls have been a right pain in the butt for weeks.”

When we left the cubicles to go on set we both looked like a million dollars.

Songs for Two Lives Parts 1 & 2

Someone commented that my postings are too short. Here I start a story which is double-length for your approval.

Part 1 My Old Man’s a Dustman

Every story has a beginning and an end. I rather expect that today is the day my story ends. Who knows, I may avoid the fate that awaits me and am able to carry on with my life. It’s all in the lap of the Gods, or so they say.

Uplifting. Part 11

Uplifting Eleven

I was in a state of shock when I left his office, finding Tatiana in reception chatting to the nurse. As we went to leave the nurse said, “See you Monday morning” and Tatiana asked if I had another appointment as we walked along the corridor to the check-up.

“Not here” I said, “At the hospital - for tits.”

She hugged me and told me that she knew I was a true girl at heart. We went to my second appointment where a lady doctor had us strip down completely before going over every inch of our bodies, and I mean every inch.

Uplifting. Part 10

Uplifting Ten

We carried on with our task and Paul was getting pretty good at chatting with the customers as we got further along. The whole experience was bringing him out of his shell. I had left my own home to the last call and we parked outside and I led him into the lobby and the lift.

Uplifting. Part 9

Uplifting Nine

I had already typed a letter of resignation, so after we had got tired out from shopping, we got a cab to detour via the main office. Margo waited in it with our bags while I went in to tell them I quit.

I walked into the lobby and used my pass card to access the lift to the sixth floor. In reception I gave the card and letter to Julia, behind the desk, to pass on to the boss.

Uplifting. Part 8

Uplifting Eight

We were up, bright and early, on Monday morning. After a cup of tea Margo kissed me and went back to her own quarters to shower and dress for the day. She had decided that she would be with me when I met Keith for breakfast.

I showered and put on my gaff and underwear, adding a pair of panty-hose that I was getting pretty good at putting on now.

Uplifting. Part 7

Uplifting Seven

After that Steve drove us home and he congratulated us on our good fortune as he drove.

Tatiana said that now we were big names we may need a more handsome driver so I said that we couldn’t get anyone more handsome than Steve so maybe we should just insist on a classier car.

That made him laugh and he said that he thought it was going to be fun driving us two around so Tatiana told him that it will be us four as we had nominated Francine and Margo as our personal assistants.

Uplifting. Part 5

Uplifting Five

We arrived at our destination and Steve let us out at the kerb. He said he would wait for a message and would need about twenty minutes lead time. We walked in to the most girly place I have ever seen, the pink almost made your eyes water.

The three girls were obviously well known there and we were all waved through the doors and into the lobby.

I whispered to Margo that I now needed to use the toilet so she said “Bog bonding time” to the others and we trooped into the toilets.

Uplifting. Part 4

Uplifting Four

With a razor in her hand she told me to stand still while she checked me for errant hair. There were a few on my back that I had not been able to reach and a couple on the backs of my legs that I had missed but she was happy that I had fulfilled my task.

She then asked me what I had worn when Keith had visited so I opened the fun room and showed her the leather pants and jerkin. She wanted to know what I had worn on my feet and I showed her the boots.

Uplifting. Part 3

Uplifting Three

The models had been away for most of the time I had lived next door. It was easy to hear when they arrived home Friday evening after being away on a photo shoot as even the soundproofing was not good enough to muffle the giggling as they got out of the lift.

When things were quiet I opened the door and took a deep breath of their scent. I was just filling the kettle when there was knock on my door. When I opened it I was almost bowled over by a concerted rush of femininity that came in.

Uplifting. Part 2

Uplifting Two

Wondering just what I had agreed to, I opened the door to the apartment. I had never been in one of the top floor dwellings before and did not expect to see a wall of windows in front of me with a great view over the river. There was a small lobby that led directly into the lounge with the view.

The 'Spelling' Mistake, Chapter 8 and last

NB Although all of the great houses and historical figures are real, current period characters are purely from my imagination and have no link with anyone living or dead.

Part 8 The Future Lies in Wait

Tristan said “Young Sire, I was merely a yard-boy in a merchants house when the witch put the spell on me. Only since I have been reborn have I found that I am related to grand people.” He then went on to tell the young prince the full story of how he had been turned into a frog, something that we had kept from the media.

Uplifting. Part 1

Uplifting. Part One

There are so many reasons why I am where, or who, I am now. None of them really mattered at the time but, one by one, they all conspired to trick me into a new life. Not that I mind, though. I am not sure if it would have panned out any differently had I been aware of what I was letting myself into.

The 'Spelling' Mistake, Chapter 7

NB Although all of the great houses and historical figures are real, current period characters are purely from my imagination and have no link with anyone living or dead.

Part 7 The Next Shoe Drops

The next local paper came out on Friday and it had an article in it about “What about that Frog?” which took the reader though the other half of the witches spell and had pictures of Tristan giving his presentation dressed in his Tudor garb. It was all right, fair and factual but lifted the lid on the whole shipment of worms.

The 'Spelling' Mistake, Chapter 6

NB Although all of the great houses and historical figures are real, current period characters are purely from my imagination and have no link with anyone living or dead.

Part 6 In the Public Eye

When the article in the paper was printed, we started to get a lot of attention. Many of the local lads found out where I lived and sent me letters to tell me how beautiful I was and that they wanted to marry me.

“Yes” I thought “For a few nights, only!” Thankfully, my phone number was not printed and I did not get pictures of cocks sent to me.

The 'Spelling' Mistake, Chapter 4

NB Although all of the great houses and historical figures are real, current period characters are purely from my imagination and have no link with anyone living or dead.

Part 4 Playing a New Part

I knew I was in trouble when he didn’t put his arms around me. When I had kissed him I brought my own arms down and stepped back. I said “I’m so sorry Tristan, I am so new at this girl thing I assumed you liked me.” He looked sad and then said the fateful words.

The 'Spelling' Mistake, Chapter 2

NB Although all of the great houses and historical figures are real, current period characters are purely from my imagination and have no link with anyone living or dead.

Part 2 The New Born

They put the boy on a gurney and then in the ambulance, draped a blanket on my shoulders and sat me in a seat in the back. My mother got in the front with the driver and we were off to the hospital in Colchester where I had been born. It looks as if the same venue would be the confirmation of my re-birth.

To Be or Not To Be

This is a little Christmas Present for my readers. It is a tale from Sunny Australia - Beautiful one day; fantastic the next.
Merry Christmas and a very good New Year. I hope to meet you all again in 2022.

Chapter 1 To be …..or not

To be truthful you would have thought that I had it all. Good parents, good school, good siblings, good genes – well – not so good genes I have to say. I inherited more from my mothers’ side than my fathers’. He was a strapping six footer and she was merely five foot four in heels’

Colombian Gold Part Final part

Chapter 5

It came as no surprise to anyone when Edmondo eventually died. He had not enjoyed his last few months, being trapped in a body he could not control. I could see his anger in his eyes and tried to talk to him about good things to keep him happier.

Colombian Gold Part 4 of 5

Chapter 4

Of course, you don’t invent a new and legal business as easily as pulling a rabbit out of a top hat. No, there has to be a lot of thought and not a few meetings. We first talked through what we did do as a family and, once you took away the prostitution, money laundering, stand-over tactics, and smuggling there wasn’t a lot that we could turn out hand to and still keep our self-respect.

Colombian Gold Part 3 of 5

Chapter 3

They finally chose one of the male orderlies to take me out for a meal to get me through the initial fright of being out as a woman. I think that I must have done well as I was looked at with a few admiring eyes and the waiter pulled out my chair and fussed around me as if I was royalty.

Colombian Gold Part 2 of 5

Chapter 2

He checked my chart and signed it before he left, leaving me to ponder my fate. Well, someone had been through my knapsack! As I continued to think, I realised that I was unlikely to be in a prison hospital because this countries’ police would have just finished me off with a brick to the head before announcing that I had been dead on arrival; and then splitting my haul and my savings between them. This made it more curious but left the question of why was I here?

Colombian Gold Part 1 of 5


Chapter 1

I always remember my twenty-first birthday. It was a good day and I was happier than I had been for much of my life. I was born as Aiden Ademir Gomez in Barranquilla, Colombia, in the new year of the twenty-first century, or the last year of the twentieth, depending on your point of view and arithmetic.

The Golden Blade Part 13 The Final Chapter

Chapter 13 –It’s the Blade, Boss, the Blade!!

Melehan stepped to one side, leaving me in line of sight of his snipers and muttered “Shoot the bitch” into his cufflink. Several seconds passed and nothing happened so he tried again.

The Golden Blade Part 12 of 13

Chapter 12 –The Game becomes Reality?

When Gareth and Geraint joined us we sat down and Sir Lionel asked me to relate my five and a bit years since I fled the house. I spoke about Griff and I getting away and his audacious plan for us to live as man and wife until we ended in Aberystwyth and Merilyn being born. I told them that he had made a wonderful husband and it was a blow when he didn’t come home. I said that I did not want them to know where I now lived until we had put Melehan to bed.

The Golden Blade Part 11 of 13

Chapter 11 – Towards the End Game

Jack said “He just got unlucky; no-one can predict a lightning strike.” I let it hang for a moment and then said “Do you really think that he was just ‘unlucky’ to lose his two houses and get his offices in Whitehall trashed by a power surge. If you believe that then you would believe anything.”

The Golden Blade Part 10 of 13

Chapter 10 – Making a Stand

So, over the next couple of weeks we researched our friend Melehan. We found out where his town house and his country house were located. We discovered that he had a wife and family and further research showed that it was a productive, if not a happy, marriage.

The Golden Blade Part 9 of 13

Chapter 9 – Making Sense of the Chaos

“Now for the clean-up” I said. Lance was about to burst so I put a finger to his lips and whispered “We cannot let them report to Melehan. They all have to disappear.” Merilyn said “They have been shocked but one has suggested ringing the boss.”

The Golden Blade Part 8 of 13

Chapter 8 – But exposing only the Dark

They supplied a high chair for Merilyn and we sat with cool drinks until I saw Gwen speak to the maitre’d. He pointed us out and she came over and sat down. “It’s good to see you, Morgan” she said “And this must be little Merilyn?” Merilyn looked into her eyes and she relaxed and said “So cute!”

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