Easy As Strangling A Certain Cat!
by: not >^^<
part:322.

I rushed down to see my latest babies, who were doing fine, they should Spike was an experienced mother. However, I was wasting valuable time, I had so much to do. I would have preferred to stand and gawp at the wonder of new life, but I had to get some things done.

Easy As Killing Little Furry Things.
by Bonzi >^^<
part:320

I was eating my sandwich catching up on some marking when Pippa called through. "Tom wants to see you."

"Any idea what about?"

"He didn't say but he is a little exercised about something."

"What time does he want me?"

"Like yesterday!"

"I have a tutorial in half an hour."

"Um, I'm okay," she said with a puzzled frown. "What are you doing here? Why aren't you dressed?"

"I don't know," I replied. "I've been asking myself the same question."

At that, Nina burst into laughter. "Oh, Marcie, you are so funny!"

Easy As Walling Up A Kite.
by Bonzi trans. his mum.
part:318

I drove home wondering what this Hickman person wanted. I wasn't exactly new news, rather the opposite. I was very old news. So why would anyone want to do an interview? I don't live in a fabulous house, or live with David Beckham or Brad Pitt, so why would anyone be interested?

She paused, aghast at a sudden thought. "You're not a cheerleader, are you?"

"No," I said. "Never have been, never will be."

"Oh, good!" she cried, with obvious and immense relief. "I mean... not that there's anything wrong with cheerleaders!"

"But what if it isn't?" I asked her. "What if it's not going to be alright?"

She took a deep breath and said, "Then we deal with it. Whatever that means."

"No, it wasn't that..." I hesitated. "It was Ms. Gifford..."

I wasn't sure how much I wanted to say. The real reason I was upset was all the media attention... what it might lead to. What it would have to lead to, if it kept up. If the reporters started looking into my life, they'd find out pretty quickly that I used to be a boy.

Easy As Falling Off A Step
by Tripwire Bonzi
part: 315 (which is 21 x 15 for 15 or 21 fetishists)

This is really the story of a vacation I took in the South Seas, or mostly the story of my South-Sea vacation. Susan would say that it's ostensibly about my vacation. Don't worry if you don't know what "ostensibly" means... it will all become clear once I get underway.

Easy As Falling Off A Bike
by Angharad, illustrations by Bonzi.
part 309.

After dinner, I shut the last item in the dishwasher and sunk into the chair. Ever since the incident in the supermarket, Stella had hovered around me, like a giant mosquito. It was getting on my nerves and I was desperately trying not to say anything I'd regret.

"Are you tired, Cathy?"

Easy As Falling Off A Bike
by Angharad
part:307

After showering and dressing, I felt a bit less dopey. Things had gone better than I'd imagined regarding the funeral. Stella seemed to be much better, although I was hardly aware that she had slept with me all night.

Easy As Calling For A Mic.
by Angharad Bonzifeeder
part:305

I called Stella and asked her to bring some jewellery with her for me to look at. While Simon was still in the shower, I dressed and rushed down to the cleaners with my suit, the blouse I could press myself.

Easy As Bawling At A Wake!
by: Angharad
part:303.

I was glad for Simon's help in getting my purchases to and from the station. I hadn't realised how much I'd bought until I had to pick them all up again from Waterstone's cafeteria.

We grabbed a takeaway on the way home, Simon fancied a pizza. I don't really like them, but it made for an easy dinner.

Easy As Hauling A Pike.
by: Her 'n her pussy
part: 301.

I sat in the car and looked at Simon. "I'll have to rent my house to them, won't I?"

"You don't have to, but it would be kind of you to do so. Plus it would generate a bit of income and keep squatters out."

"It's just the thought of someone else living in my parent's house, feels a bit strange."

"It's a secret," I blurted out, rather stupidly.

Uncle Mickey looked at me with mild disapproval. "Juliette, the first rule in keeping secrets is: never admit there's a secret. There is no secret. There never is any secret."

She rushed over with a gleam in her eye and what my uncle later described as a "murderous smile."

Uncle Mickey muttered, "Lord help us, we're in for it now!"

Fate wore a pony tail and a red dress. We were both attending a large group ballroom dancing lesson along with perhaps two hundred other kids our age, all of whom attended schools in town. Our mid-lesson break had just begun when the lovely girl headed my way.
Christina was a very pretty girl with pretty blue eyes and shoulder length, light brown hair. She wore a red, short-sleeve, cotton dress that hung just below her knees and had a sparse floral pattern on it. She wore suntan nylons, and black, leather flats — and she was headed my way.

This story was inspired by Kristina L S who mentioned it in passing in a PM. I took her literally and well, instead of writing the next chapter of The Sight that I know so many thousands, well hundreds . . . okay, both of you are waiting for, I decided to indulge myself and this is what happened . . .

This story was tweaked (slightly) and proofed by the most excellent Gabi. Sorry I forgot to put it in earlier

I looked around for torture equipment and looked warily at a tray on wheels that had a lot of shiny chrome implements on it. Somehow I had a sixth sense that some of that stuff was going to be used on me.

Mom paused and looked at me for a moment. "I don't understand why that girl can't talk to her own mother."

"I can't speak for Maisie," I protested.

"I guess I didn't think about it because there weren't any boys around."

"Oh, my," Maisie commented. "Aren't you a woman of the world!"

"Now," I said, "my parents want to keep a very close eye on me, and they think that Sister Honororia is just wonderful."

"Don't say her name too loud," Maisie cautioned. "She's behind you in the corner, and she's looking right at you."
 

I looked up at the second floor, and saw a girl's face in one of the windows. She looked directly into my eyes, but she didn't move or wave. I was so startled, at first I couldn't tell the others, but when I did, the girl was gone.