Easy As..Make up your own, Bonzi's busy.
by Angharad.
part CCXCII.

Simon pulled up on some double yellow lines, so it was me who had to get out and brave the rain and the cold, as well as pay for his fish and chips and blessed mushy peas.

Born Twice
By Alyssa Plant

'There was a knock at the door and as she turned she came face to face with her mother.

Rebecca’s heart skipped a beat and her mouth began to work but no sound came out.

“Oh sorry, wrong room” Christine muttered and turned to go.

“Wait mum!” Rebecca cried, more upset now by the lack of recognition by her own mother.'

Easy Way To A Cat's Heart.
by Bonzi translated by She (yes, the cat's mother!).
part: 290

"How are we going to be able to see what's in it? The account is closed isn't it?"

"Oh bum!" said Simon. "I thought you had power of attorney."

"I do, but that only lasts as long as he's alive and the account needs administering."

"Damn! Who's the executor?"

"His solicitor."

"Who is?"

Easy As Falling Off A Cliff.
by Angharad & Bonzi (he's in tonight).
part: 289

I stared at the bright metal of the brass screws holding down the ten inches of floor board, I looked at Simon and he looked back at me.

"What do you want to do?" he asked.

"Well assuming that was my mother I saw last night she seemed to think I needed to find whatever was under that."

Easy As Getting Wet.
by Bonzi in boots.
part: 287. (nearly 24 dozen or is that two gross?)

We slept almost as soon as we got to bed, or at least I did. Despite my naps, I was exhausted. At some point during the night, I remember Simon waking me, I was crying in my sleep apparently.

It was lovely to wake with him still there, instead of dashing off to work. I looked at the clock, it was nearly eight o'clock. He was snoring gently as he lay on his back, his arm draped across my leg. I moved it gently without disturbing him and lay on my side, my head raised upon my elbow, watching him.

Some readers didn't think that the previous story stood well on its own. I had some spare time and (hopefully) creativity, so here is Part 2 of "The Other Me".

As always, comments are welcome.

Easy As Falling Off A Bike
by Angharad
part 285.

Simon went off to work and I felt glad that he was going to do what he could to help. I knew his family had loads of influence, but they'd have to play it a bit carefully or be accused of trying to influence an independent organisation.

For readers of my past work, I should tell you that this is an incomplete story, as of this moment. I am working on other chapters, and will post them once I get the entire thing done.

Thank you for your patience, and I apologize if I left you hanging.

Thanks

O.K. Jan, 2012

Easy As Rambling Vacuously.
by: Bonzi cat 'n her.
part:281

I heard Simon get up, break wind, and go in the shower. I was trying to decide whether I would properly wake up, or go back to sleep. I assumed it was about six o'clock and wondered how he managed to stay awake all day on so little sleep.

Easy As Writing Vacuous Ramblings.
by: Bonzi (back from jury service)
part 280.

I sat in the car with Monica chuckling to herself. "That surprised you, didn't it?"

TRAGEDY OF THE SPIRIT PART 27 PRE TRIAL

The days passed as well as my therapy. On a bleak Tuesday morning at 10 am I was unceremoniously startled in my room by Mr. McVeigh. I particularly did not like the man as he was defending the asshole that put me in this position. Needless to say I was not a happy camper.

Easy As Falling Like Rain.
by: Bonzi (from the Miaowish by Angharad).
part: 277.

Easy As Reading The Karma Sutra.
by: Bonzi (Angharad too embarrassed).
part 23 dozen.

I reached for the door handle and stopped. Turning around, I kissed George on his cheek.

His hand went to his cheek in surprise.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“Oh… just for being you. And for giving me the chance of tomorrow night.”

Easy Come Easy Go.
by Angharad (Bonzi as body double).
part: 25x11

Simon carried me up to the bedroom and laid me on the bed. I was still crying. I couldn't believe that Stella had attempted to hurt me, let alone kill me. Surely that was down to her illness, she wouldn't hurt a fly normally. My face was stinging and I remembered that was the result of her nails. She really had meant it.

To be or not to be (a female). Harold finds his role as an effeminate boy in a fraternity house has changed him and the crude brothers of the House in critical ways, and he is at a crossroads. He makes the decision after a jarring incident.

Alexandra and Tran discover a kindred spirit and friend, real world pornstar Allenina, and the answer to the question, can porn be art?

Chapter 13
Does Life Imitate Art?

Easy For Some
by:Wassername 'n 'er cat.
part 16x17 or 17x16.

The salad was brought to the table, although I felt as much like tipping it over Stella as eating it. I was still blushing as she tucked into her Spanish omlette.

Born Twice
By Alyssa Plant (evil cow)

'“How are you feeling, ah, Rebecca?” the doctor asked consulting his chart.

“Like I was beaten up” Rebecca replied dryly.'

EAFOAB
by BC&AaG
part. 271.

Breakfast was a little embarrassing, with Stella and I blushing every time we made eye contact. When she had finished and was going up to dress, I grabbed her and gave her a huge hug. She initially tensed then I felt her body relax. In fact she began to cry.

"Stella we have to get through this, both your ordeal and what happened last night."