“Breathe In”

“I am breathing in.”

The woman laughed and pulled the corset laces a bit tighter.

“Oommpphhh” gasped the man.

“It is still not enough. If you want to escape that posse by appearing to be a Saloon girl then you are going to need to have a lot more waist.”

The man looked at her with hatred in his eyes. He loved her but this was pure torture.

Gwen

After such an exciting day last week, things settled down again. James told me he would get the third piece but he's only been here and helped me finish a few things.

Lindsay answered the door when Mika and Crystal knocked, “I see you two made it!”

Crystal giggled, “Yeah, well if slow poke here didn’t decide to get you a thank you gift, we would have been here sooner.”

Mika blushed, “I always get a gift for the person holding the slumber party, you know that!”

Crystal nodded, “I know I was teasing you silly.”

“So what’d ya get me?” LIndsay teased, peeking inside the metallic paper bag. “Oh wow, this stuff is expensive!” she gasped, taking out two bottles of makeup.

Mika nodded, “I had some discounts but it still wasn’t cheap.”

What will it take to make the most of the hand we've been dealt in life.

"Maybe they’re for an alien Christmas tree," van Els joked. "They have no hooks because of anti-gravity.
Or maybe they’re ornamental. Maybe they’re pretty for the sake of being pretty."

A young man, feeling totally unwanted by his family, runs away. He needs to find a way to survive, and eventually, he stumbles into an Op Rescue clinic.
The remaining chapters and epilogue will be released about one a day until this is done. Enjoy.

Note - for some reason, the Prologue isn't showing up on the story list. If you go to my stories under the authors tab, you'll be able to find the prologue. I suggest you read it if you haven't; it sets the stage for Pete's feelings of rejection and his running away.

Operatin Rescue: In Plain Sight - Prologue
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CHAPTER 5
That was the start of a new life indeed. Each time I had visited her at university, she had been clearer and sharper in the focus of her femininity, truer to herself. Up until the funeral, it had all had to be folded away and kept in storage whenever she came home. Now, the bird was free, and I had to keep a careful watch on where and how high it flew. I had Kevin to watch, for starters. Then again, her tastes seemed to be heading more in the direction of the shortest skirts she could get away with. The genie was well and truly out of the bottle, and that container was in the local recycling bin and headed for a crusher

So here it is. standard disclaimers apply, and hopefully I didn't make the action too boring.

Also upon advice of some various people, time to add something:

Copyright Nagrij, 2013.