Christopher Weaver was a young urban professional of the least professional sort. A consulting detective, what he didn’t know, he could find out. Now what he didn’t know was small secret his parents had neglected to inform him about his birth, the joys and hardships of leaving the city and how dangerous a cup of coffee could really be.

Charlie…7

It was really nice to have somebody to think of and keep my mind out of that obsessive self ass-kicking that I’ve been giving myself. Sable was a nice distraction from the usual. History was well…boring and kind of retarded from the little bit that I learned of it. I was actually thinking about the abuse that Sable must have been getting with everyone knowing that she was into porn.

On my way to the last class of the day and someone was being a wise ass and called me “Chaz.”

Even the world children is affected by war in these so called modern days, the peaceful neighbourhoods where they play and revel in their innocence can be turned into a battleground by the Religious Zealots from other nations, more commonly known as TERRORIST. They don`t care that children and other innocents have no interest in what goes on outside their own little world.

Jessica’s Journey

Sequel to Andrews Dilemma

By, Cain129

Part 4

Special Thanks to Wren Phoenix for the editing.

Synopsis: Things are starting to get back to normal for Jessica, though she is still dealing with witnessing the death of her father. Her family and friends have rallied around her, giving her their love and support.

CHAPTER 23
The train rattled and shook its way down the Arun Valley, Arundel castle looming to the right, and I started looking for the Hawker Hunter jet fighter still on its plinth at what had been Ford airfield. It was almost a milk train, stopping at nearly every station on the line, passing three castles, two cathedrals and any number of harbours.

CHAPTER 22
I was on my own that evening, waiting for the phone to ring, but there was nothing. No Larinda, no checking up, and certainly no second thoughts. I logged onto the internet, and before I could stop myself the latest offers from Dorothy Perkins were on the screen.

CHAPTER 21
I lay in bed afterwards, wondering how I was going to find any more energy, ever again. Larinda was in her usual position, which involved curling up with an arm across my chest and her head on my shoulder.

Jessica’s Journey

Sequel to Andrews Dilemma

By, Cain129

Part 3

Special Thanks to Wren Phoenix for the editing.

Synopsis:   After returning home from visiting her grandparents Jessica decides to bike to the high school to watch the football game. Everyone is excited to see her and for the first time in years, she found that she was actually enjoying herself while attending a sporting event. After the game Scotty and Jessica finally have a chance to talk to one another and tell each another how they feel.

CHAPTER 19
I was a little slow to work the next morning, which was an office day. I stopped at the coffee shop next door and bought a large filter coffee, which they called by some stupid name or other, and along with that a double espresso, which I intended to tip straight into the large white as soon as there was room.

Synopsis: After witnessing the death of her father Jessica is emotionally scattered and trying her best to hold things together. Although the relationship that the two of then shared was unhealthy, she still loved him and watching him die had been almost more then she could handle.

Sarah Roberts had also taken the death of her husband hard. Their marriage might have been over, but she had still loved Jake Roberts. She felt bad that her daughter had to witness something so horrendous and was worried about her.

Originally written and posted at another site in 2003. I just cleaned it up a little before posting it to BCTS. This is a one shot, complete story. I was feeling cranky about the same old Tranny stories when I found this one. I humbly apologise for my attitude.

This story is about 2/3 autobiographical.

CHAPTER 15
We sat for a while, talking. That sounds banal, but it wasn’t, not at all. This wasn’t passing the time, but rather the first time I had ever been able to tell my mother who I was, a moment I had fretted and worried over, and at the same time dreamt of. She got straight to the point.

“What are we having for tea?”

Brose at The Center

by Jennifer Sue

Part 10

CHAPTER 13
Von was back in Hampshire a couple of days afterwards, so I had to fit in a trip down on the Monday, a day she wasn’t at work and I was able to squeeze a day’s leave in. I walked out of the Harbour station, HMS Warrior bulking beside it, and round to Gunwharf Quay, where I found her sitting in one of the coffee bars.

CHAPTER 11
Once more my mood was swinging, and I was bouncing between elation and despair. Larinda was somebody I could have met years ago, and now I had Siobhan to consider. The guilt was acid in my stomach, only slightly assuaged by the raw animal delight of the sex.

Brose at The Center

by Jennifer Sue

Part 9

CHAPTER 9
There were, it turned out, more than a few sites that dealt with what I wanted, but most of them, to be honest, were either weird or simply not for me. I didn’t want some Japanese snuff-buddy, nor advice on how to exit with dignity and a terminal illness in Switzerland. Some parts of that country have struck me as a terminal illness in their own right, but never mind.