Neither Rain, nor snow, nor sleet nor hail...

I stuffed my wet clothes into my equally wet backpack and Irina graciously took me home, threatening to begin teaching me how to do some of my own makeup.

Continuation of the theme.

When It Rains, And Then It Pours...

I give Tanner a look that could kill... just before he qualifies what he said moments before.

“Mac. Believe it or not I just saved your bacon. Emerson was hell bent to take you to a casting couch and have his way when I told him you were signed exclusively with me...”

When It Rains

After checking myself over in the bathroom mirror I released the grimace I held. Still too dainty, but nothing I had tried over the last few years made any difference. Working out, running, protein shakes, you name it, not even a hint of masculinity arose from the effort. I was half tempted to try anabolic steroids save two reasons: I had no idea what would happen to my body, considering my condition, and the more important reason, I couldn't afford to buy them. That's why I went out and found a job.

CHAPTER 45
Alice was pensive as she drove us home. Bev had agreed to call at the office the next day to have the deed poll sworn, and we would make the round of the banks as necessary. Margaret already had things in hand with head office, so it was now a matter of making a list for Alice to work through, starting with her driving licence.

CHAPTER 44
Anne was back after lunch, and as Pat had suggested we let it slide for a while.

CHAPTER 43
“What the hell is this?”

I decided to push her delirium a bit more. Just keep it as normal as possible, and leave her isolated. “It’s coffee, Anne. You drink it. You know how I take mine, Alice, that would be lovely”

 
Prince Henry Wynter was the Heir to the High Throne of the Heptarchy and prophesised to one day lead his people to unparalleled greatness. Twenty two years after he abandoned his destiny and his throne for the chance to be the person he felt he was meant to be, he finds that Fate has not yet finished with him. The events surrounding the proposed appointment of a new Heir to the High Throne have consequences that reach as far the remote farmstead refuge of the former prince and threaten to destroy the new life that she has built for herself.

CHAPTER 40
I had a stream of visitors over the next few days, including Alice-in-drag, and Pat and Janet. That got me thinking, as it seemed to me that I had never seen one without the other since New Year except at school.

CHAPTER 39
Alice had sat quietly through the discussion up to then. She drew in a long breath.

“That settles it, then. If she is off on that little journey, there is nothing we can do that will change her mind. In which case, I will start thinking about a day to come out.

CHAPTER 38
Work ticked along almost as normal after the holidays, Alice fretting a little as she was forced to dress down each day.

CHAPTER 37
I finally got the last of the crowd off to their respective homes at about two thirty. Jim had been allowed to stay up to see and hear the Big Ben Bongs, and he was already asleep as Tony carried him upstairs. No story that night.

CHAPTER 34
I keep saying it, but, oh shit.

“Hello Andy, happy Christmas to you too”

CHAPTER 31
We followed the congregation into the church hall, where I laid out the fruits of my visit to the supermarket, the traditional mix of mince pies, sausage rolls and blueberry muffins for Jim. Anne spotted us, and came over, all smiles and sharp-dressing.