This is the continuing Story of Carol’s Hell rebirth. The darkness continues. Heaven, let your light shine down. Chris W.

“Isn’t that dangerous?” Brenda asked with concern in her voice.

This is a story of a child most nobody wanted! Not his Father, nor siblings. A child that in all rights, should have died at birth. The only thing that kept him alive was his Mother's love, the friendship of his sister Patty, and the love from the Sisters at his school and church. Most of you will not like this story because it contains humiliation, diapers(but not in a sexual way), and yes the reference to God our creator and Jesus our Savior. Most of you won't like this story because it makes you uncomfortable. But when I read it, all I can say is: “There but for the grace of god go I.” And then I cry with a sadness in my heart, for the way we as human beings treat everything that we don't or will not understand because it does, make us uncomfortable.
ChrisW

Peter volunteered to become Petra in his step-sister's band, not knowing how drastically this would change his life.
 

The one where things start to become clear for Kim…

Anyhow, it’s put extra demands on Krissikins and for that I’m sorry and profoundly grateful all at the same time. Who says men can’t multitask?

Enter the cavalry!

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad.
part 110.

I switched on the torch and shone it on Simon's groaning body. I saw the blood and I screamed and screamed. Then as if someone had slapped me, I came to my senses. Now was not the time for these hysterics, I could do that once he was in hospital.

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad.
part 108. (That's like 9 dozen!)

I awoke with in a sweat, it was about two in the morning. Dashing downstairs, I caught my toe on a door frame and hobbled about, eyes watering and my mouth cussing the stupid frame for being there - if it wasn't the door would fall off, but that's not relevant to your entertainment.

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad.
part 106.

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad
part 104.

I had poured the soup into a thermos flask, one I'd used when I was a kid going off for the day with the local RSPB* group of young ornithologists, my mum would give me a flask of hot soup to keep me warm on cold days. I'm sure going out with the group led to my interest in things wildlife, for which I am truly grateful.

The plot thickens.... oh, I've done that bit before. Oh just read it for yourselves!

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad
part 102.

"How do you know?" I was astonished at this news and the thought I might be reunited with my bike was wonderful.

"I have a friend monitoring it, and who will act as a buyer if we think it's yours, if so then we set up a sting with the local police."

Tiffany’s life was becoming exciting even beyond Melissa’s wildest dreams. Tiffany was followed by fans wherever she went and as she became accustomed to the notoriety, she also was becoming more at ease with being Tiffany.

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Wassername?
part 99

I awoke with a start, I was stiff and everything hurt for a minute. I had fallen asleep at the computer, leaning on the desk. I probably had a straight line down the side of my face, or the indentation of the back of my hand on my cheek. I bent down with difficulty and retrieved the mouse from the floor, its fall had probably woken me up.

Cathy uses her loaf....read on.

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad.
part 97.

I sipped the tea the nurse had brought for me, it wasn't the nicest cup I'd tasted, it had the tang of 'institution' where they bulk buy catering packs. I suppose the NHS is a volume consumer and so on. I drank it anyway, the doctor was still with my dad, so I couldn't do anything anyway.

Tuesday came and it was party time. Brenda was to co-ordinate the event. There were people from all over the fashion industry wanting to meet the Voss girl.

Yet more police and a flying pig!

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad & Bonzi Kiddle.
part 9 to 5.

More problems for Cathy.

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad & Bonzi.
part 93.

Things hot up for Simon and Cathy, you have been warned!

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad.
part 91.

"You like my shirt, do you?"

"S'alright," I replied blushing like a warning light.

The path of true love does not run smooth.. for Cathy it goes like a switchback! If you don't believe me, see for yourself...

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad.
part 89.

The discussion went on and the drinks went around again and again. I was on water to stay within the limit for driving, when Prof Agnew suddenly insisted I have a drink.

Cathy blows her top at a right little banker!

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad.
part 87.

Awkward questions are asked...but by whom?

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad.
part 85.

Clutching the envelope with the name change in it, I walked to the biology department and to Professor Agnew's office. I had spoken briefly with his secretary yesterday who gave me a knowing smile, told me how nice I looked and waved me in. I knocked on his door and entered.

Cathy heads back to Portsmouth and a meeting with Stella.

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad
part 83.

Somehow I caught the 'back from lunch' traffic and it took ages to get to the hospital. I missed my bike, once Simon resurfaced I needed to organise getting it back.

Cathy encounters the red tape brigade...read on!

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad & Mercedes Bonz.
part 81.

“Brenda, there are no guarantees in life. Especially with what one person feels for another and I’m in the same boat as you - I don’t want to be hurt either! You know I was just dumped by my old girl friend and I was angry. But then I realized that you were there and I knew you were a much better person than my last girl friend. I worry too, because I’m having these feelings also and I’ve never felt like this so soon. It scares me as much as it does you.”

The emotional roller coaster continues, read on.....

Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad & Bonzi Cat,
part 78.

My experience of men and I suppose boys, was mostly negative. They either jeered at me or beat me up. Standing here with Simon, I began to realise that he might have similar experiences with women, albeit, with less physical violence.