After an overnight stop the caravan resumes the journey south. Most have remembered passing through Holville and do not look forward to doing so again, but there are surprises in store for all when they arrive, including Merizel!

Freedom! Michael is now on the way home, but first, …

CHAPTER 3
It became a routine for a while, the run up to Aber. I would finish work after the right combination of shifts and jump onto bike or into car, heels and other trapping gear packed ready in advance. Two and a half girls would greet me with hugs and squealing, and after I had replenished my depleted stocks of tannin we would be off and out.

Alright, so here we are again. For those of you waiting on Room in hell chapters, you may freely curse certain individuals on this site. You see, I was banging one out, all happy and content...but then I came here to read a few comments and motivate myself.

That is where the problems began; you see my muse was reading over my shoulder. So when I read a few comments that stated how rare space
operas were on this site...my muse was reading it too, and now she won't leave me alone! I was even writing one before (though none of you know it yet) and she still insisted!

Then she did it again when I read another post stating that SF fiction can't really be mixed well with proper science! She's determined I try both! She's crazy! A pox on all your houses with love, Nagrij.

P.S. enjoy, and if you can tell me which two story universes influenced this writing I'll give you internet cake. Maybe ice cream too.

Michael is almost free. He can see the door into sunlight, he can smell the sweet breath of freedom. All he has to do is best the guardian of the portal.

The Faithful, North African and Middle Eastern Islamic nations, are plotting to seize the oil resources of the Middle East. By controlling the earth's oil and its major trade routes, they plan to bring the world to its knees. Then, when the entire world is kneeling, the Faithful of Allah will read to them from the Koran, preaching the message of Islam, the True Faith. The Faithful will stop at nothing to achieve their goal. But how far will they go? And how many lives will it cost?

Jack & Jill by Trudy - Part 3 What is RealMelvin led a rather low key existence until
he was asked by his friend Trudy to become
Jill to her being Jack for a Halloween party.
..But for Melvin, this became more than simple fling...

Sam, Cousin Patti and Sister Monika were very close growing up; often enjoying playing dress up in girl's clothing when they were together... This would have been normal if Sam were short for Samantha, but Samuel was his given name... Patti had often said that Sam would be Patti’s Princess come her wedding day. That time has come and gone... Samuel Conrad is now at a crossroads trying to decide if being Samantha is the direction he wants his life to take.

Michael has escaped from the changing room of doom. Only a little further, and he'll be free.

Chapter *15*

Who's The Mommy?

"So," Julie started after checking Bern over, "everything seems to be in order, baby's not quite ready to make an appearance but I don't think we'll be long."

Drustina and her flotilla arrive in Cork Harbour where they encounter a Viking Warship anchored off the little town of Cobh. They are compelled to destroy it or capture it before they can safely proceed up the inlet to the main city of Corgheig. (Cork)

A simple Map of the outer harbour of Cork in Ireland. Cork is further up to the west of the narrow inlet. Next map next chapter.

“Mika! Hows my favorite niece?” A slightly older version of her mom asked, “You’re room is ready upstairs for you sweetie.”

“I-wha?” Mike stammered. Not even his Mom knew about Mika - just his two friends from school that he had known since childhood, and Lisa, a local girl that he had befriended last summer when he came to stay here. “How did Aunt Sarah know?” he mumbled to himself.

Sarah looked around the corner, “It’s an aunts job to know everything Princess.. now go on and put your stuff away, I got lunch almost ready. First door on your left!” she called as he hit the stairs.

He was more than a bit nervous as he pushed the door open, after that jarring introduction. The room was wall to wall pink. Pink wallpaper, a different shade of pink carpeting, and a pink bedspread on a King sized white four post bed awaited. He nearly fainted then and there when he saw the matching vanity, with a wig stand resting at the center with a pretty, very natural-looking set of long blonde hair.

“I’m dreaming,” he said under his breath. He threw open the closet to find it packed quite literally full of girls’ clothes - from skirts and dresses to tops and jeans, and a row of shoes and accessories along the top. They weren’t any of them designer label, definitely off the rack, but he didn’t care. He pinched himself hard. “Ow! I’m not dreaming.”

Michael has made it to the office. All he needs to do is walk in, grab the data, and walk out again.

If he knew he would succeed, but also knew the cost of success, would he dare to enter?