"You're very quiet," Lane observed. "If you've got any more questions,
I urge you to ask them now, because I doubt I'll be willing to discuss these matters again."

"Why not?" I asked, more than a little irritated. "What does it cost you?"

Synopsis: A beach bum stumbles into Bikini Beach. During his stay, he offends some of the staff with his comments about the landscaping. Anya and Grandmother need to figure out what's up with the guest before he offends even more people.

This is a repost (first on BCTS) that appeared long ago on another site. The Chronology page shows where this fits in the timeline.

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“We going over to Trevor’s house today to learn how to make jam?” Mika looked over at Crystal as they got their stuff out of their shared locker.

“Yeah, Fiona’s so excited,” Crystal laughed. “She’s been begging us to come over and meet his mom for like ages.”

“We should so invite that girl to go ice skating with us this weekend.” Mika smiled.

“Did you tell LInds yet? Or are you going to surprise her?” Crystal teased.

“Yeah, I told her this afternoon.” Mika bubbled excitedly. “She was so excited, she can’t wait to put her skates back on.”

“I’m honestly shocked she hasn’t gone pro with it,” Crystal said as she closed their locker. “She could at least do Junior Olympian with her talent.”

“Yeah, I’ve tried to talk to her about it, but I wont force Lins into anything.” Mika said. “She is our friend after all.”

After meeting a mysterious girl, a man is seduced into a magical sexual world.

In this next Wren Adams tale( actually the first sent to our charming Miss. ); we're introduced to an aspiring web vlogger/internet musician, who finds herself possessed by several spirits of the Halloween season, reluctantly helping them to resolve some final & rather bawdy issues.
With Wren Adams gracious permission, this nicely naughty tease starts off the new adventures of a girl with a uniquely open mind

Martin Fleming meets a watery end, but from beneath the surface something new will arise.

In this still shiny New Year, tis the season for cult vlogger/mind swapped & body possessed YouTube goddess, Wren Adams, to finally get her own fiction series. These ongoing stories will springboard our hapless heroine into a whole new set of adventures, joined by a larger cast of characters, journeying through Time and Space; and other locations beyond the budget of an aspiring internet filmmaker.
So with Wren Adam's enthused blessings, I present to you the first of two tales; where a less than jolly old elf finds Christmas derailed somewhat, as he searches for the true meaning of the season in the strangest places - while trapped within the cuddly body of a quite unusual young lady.

Having put the Vikings to flight Drustina goes in search of her partner Carl the Saxon. After finding him,she learns of the Maigue Abbey treasures being stolen and is successful in recovering them.
Then she learns about 'The Book of Brendan' and resolves to have a closer search to see if the books pages can be recovered.

St Brendan is reputed to have crossed the Atlantic before the Vikings.

 
"I have never taken a mind-altering drug," Lane told me, "but I'm pretty sure
I know what it would feel like. After a night of listening to her crazy stories,
my brain would overload, and my head would spin like a top for an entire day."

 
 
 
It took about 10 minutes for Simon, Andy, and Patrick to get him dressed. He looked like an oversized baby girl in his pink footed one piece hooded sleeper, except his zipped up the back, and locked. Well that and the fact he was handcuffed and manacled.
 
“Well now, isn’t that better? Pastel Pink is definitely you. You are going to Massachusetts. Carol is there with your journal, and your files. I’ve been reading all about your activities. Carol is LIVID that you’ve raped those women. She’s even angrier that you would give her jewelry you stole from those women. I’ll tell you now, IF you see her you better be polite because I KNOW she would gladly cut your very teeny wiene off.”

I pulled my K-bar knife again, and this time I wickedly slashed Maxwell from shoulder to hip.

 
 
Thank you Chelle for your proof reading/editing skills! Of course, any errors are solely mine.