The Worst Case Seaside Scenario

Hugo had always loathed public toilets. The foul stench, the urine soaked floors, and the extreme likelihood of catching an STD from using the sinks yet alone the toilets had always lead to him avoiding the things at all costs.

But today he just couldn't hold it in any longer. He had previously drank his own weight in Sunny D and was 45 minutes away from home having spent the day with a few friends at the beach.

Note: This is a little short, but I'll probably continue it in the near future.

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Chapter 44

Iggy’s looking not that well as she looks at me and she looks at the cops and she sort of pulls herself up to where she’s sitting and she’s pulling her legs up. I sit beside her and she does this little lead against me and I slip an arm around her behind her back.

She’s quiet for awhile and just looking at her I can see her pulling away and getting distant like she’s lost inside her head.

“Iggy?”

“I was five…? I think when he first started…he’d tell me I was pretty…told me that I was special his perfect little girl.”

Lucky Number Thirteen...

First Contact

Blame Tels for this. She said it was ready...

Everyone knows exactly where they were when First Contact happened.

This is a very short entry. I have wanted to work on this story for sometime, but life has a penchant for getting in the way. Now that I'm ready to work on this story again, I wanted to post this chapter and get a feel from the readers if I'm going in the right direction before I start writing more chapters. One of two things can happen. I can continue in this direction and expand on Amber's connection to the still nameless Society and why she's so important to them, or I can make it to where Amber will never have gotten the letter, and she would be in the dark about her true purpose and the events that led her to becoming a 17 year old girl.

In honor of Nebraska's very slight victory over Idaho State 73-7 I present to you an extra chapter.

After the few guys who planned to remain in the Army said goodbye to the rest of us slackers, those of us who had been mustered out yesterday and who stuck around just to attend the party each went our own way after promising to continue contact. Per normal, I was the designated mule or point of contact since I had a relatively known and fixed address. Everyone could continually update me so if someone wanted to know where someone else was I could provide that information so long as everyone kept me updated. Most of them did which worked out pretty well in the long run.