We often must suffer to be beautiful and love can hurt, but fun is fun!

Gone was the flamboyant blond in the micro dress with the enormous breasts and the four and one half inch heels. Gone was the slightly overdone dramatic theatrical make up. What remained was a somewhat stately, calm and in control, statuesque beautiful woman.

The husband grinned that warm fuzzy feelings grin as Ellen slid out of the booth and greeted him with a brief kiss on the lips, “Well…this is certainly a different you today. You look absolutely wonderful!”

The same old argument raved again.

“Look, how can you not understand that I have always needed to be a woman?”

“You stupid fuckin faggit, all I ever wanted was a man with a dick! I told you 20 fuckin years ago that if you wanted that, you need to go be a whore or find yourself a rich man to do that for you! You sure as hell don’t fill my needs! All you are is a goddamned fag that couldn’t accept the fact that he was gay so he thought he had to be a female!”

Edited By Holly H.Hart

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She woke up early, excited about the day. She turned over in bed and was greeted by a warm, welcoming kiss from her love, which made her think twice, but only briefly before rising for the day. She got up, went to her dresser, found everything in order and put on her favorite lingerie. After putting on her hose, she walked to her closet to find her favorite outfit, the charcoal silk full skirted dress, which went oh so well with the charcoal grey pumps. After putting it on she walked to her vanity and sat down and applied her makeup, making her feel so lovely and attractive. Her love came to her with a nice cup of tea and placed it on the vanity, freeing them both for another warm embrace and kiss.

My wife said, "Terri, you will be my best girlfriend and do exactly what I say, won't you sweetie? You know I like those bullet bras and the frilly Southern Belle dresses. I really want you to wear them every day, they show off your pretty figure so beautifully." I thought the mind therapy tape sessions must really be controlling my brain, but I did not care. I loved the 50's looks, bullet bras, tight girdles, nylons, and those high heels. That was all I could think of.

Some times the events that occur during our childhood can have major affects on us as adults. Some of those events if tragic enough can have disastrous affects on all aspects of our life as adults. This is one story of a man trying to put his life back together as an adult. This is of course, fictional but the reality is there are many adults trying.

Karen had been very patient with her husband Jacob for their seven years of marriage. She knew that he still didn't entirely trust her with their six year old son and that frustrated her. She felt like he was afraid she would hurt him and he was so extremely protective of the child. His protective nature kicked into high gear when women were around. She wasn't sure how much longer she could endure his endless questioning any time she was alone with him.

I sat on the park bench crying my eyes out, stunned by the unreal encounter I'd had with my hospitalized father. In just one day he had gotten so much worse...

A dozen or so ducks had wandered up from the pond to come check me out. Quacking, shaking their little tails, unafraid, so darn cute. Now the ducks were making me cry.

"Sorry babies, I got nothin' for you!" I sniffed as I rummaged through my purse, hoping that somehow a bag of Duck Chow I hadn't realized I was carrying might appear in there.

Suddenly a flock of Canada geese---thinking my little friends were on to a handout---ran in and chased them all away.

"Oh," I gasped, "OH!"

And now the geese were in front of me instead, acting like I was supposed to recognize them as the more rightful recipients of whatever treats I had. I knew their type. Thugs. Schoolyard bullies. The alpha male reared his head, scornfully staring me down...

"Oh yeah?" I jeered, "I wouldn't give you nothin' even if I had it, you stupid goose. Damn right I'm talkin' to you! We're the only ones here, who else would I be talking to? Think your so bad don'tcha? Beating up on a these poor little ducks. Why don't you try picking on somebody your own size. Come on tough guy, right now! You and me!"

When from out of nowhere came a woman's voice: "Joy?"

PLAY . . NICE!
LAIKA PUPKINO ~ 2009
PART TEN: MOTHERSHIP DOWN

That part of the human strane that raised 'it' ,were known as the overcommer. A people whos toughness out lasted other humanbeings and to earn them the title of overcommer. The family of overcommers wanted a girl as they had 40 sons and no daughters to date. After having more babies they had no baby girl yet. The part we observe about overcommers is hope ever abounds next to having babies.

Marion discovers why Belle lives in the Enclave, what happened in the Proctor operation, and goes for a walk in Victory Park. And what effect might Citizen Silver have on her?

You know like the Christmas Carol story renoun,'Scrooge'! Remember the three spirits ,his back from the dead business partner § the first to visit before bedtime? The three spirits of Christmas pastΔ, presentâ„—, and futureΩ.

As I live I know death and I know life ,I know both as one and the other, I know them. Its a horrable thing when your called to die and you can't escape it. You don't remember anything about the instruction given before going to earth or even your family in heaven.

With Celeste’s plans now unknowingly implemented the fate of Cresswell’s is about to hang in the balance, but will the danger that looms for Grace be heightened and will she and her Hive be able to survive the twist‘s her adversary’s actions will deliver?

The only part I cannot proove to them is about heavenly spirits sharring this body one at a time and by two together in 2004. They may take the evidence of there own many scientist researchers who have died and been revived. They also have gotten advice from known respected seers and suchas these:

>>Part about a seer is not denying someones sight with my sight. This is easy but inside myself the truth speaks out to my soul ears. I can't deny my judgements within my soul. So I seek not to argue although I do even if it is me I am arguing with.