Chapter Four Continues Here

Back at the hotel we ate in our suite after ordering from room service, once we finished and the dishes collected by the staff we both bathed and changed into our nightdresses.

“Mad Hatter, we are inbound your location. ETA, 2 minutes. Wait one and pop smoke to identify.”

“Copy Dragon Lead, will pop smoke in one. Standing by.”

“I'm tired of hiding. I hate these clothes. I hate Troy.”

Sage pulled Tracy into a hug. “So can I assume that Troy just said his final goodbye?”

Thanks to Djakuf for the edits

The story continues, the next day, Sunday. Soon this weekend shall be over.

Also keeping the rating where it is for the subject matter with William's story

Chapter Three Continues Here

The meal finally ended and we all returned to our home, it was getting late but everyone wanted to talk about me. Oh it wasn't anything bad just about how far we were prepared to go with my living as a woman for the next three years and when everyone left in the early hours they appeared satisfied with the answers they got to their questions.

Introduction
This is one of five possible continuations of the story Path to the Crossroads. It is necessary to have traveled in the mind on the path to the crossroads before choosing in which direction to continue. May the reader find adventure, pleasure, and maybe even peace of mind, down the path he or she has chosen to travel.

Chapter *8.31*

Chapter *8.31*

Pointed Attack

That was something that even I thought was outside the box when Dad suggested it last night, it was certainly not a move that the rest of the race foresaw. The road curled around to the right and up, not hugely steep but no stroll either. Apparently we were following the ‘Deutches LimestraáŸe', whatever that is, we passed some tower thing then the road swung sharply left and the climb took on more urgency.

No Matter What - Epilogue

Authors note: This is kind of a follow up to No Matter What. I strongly suggest you read the first part if you want to understand any of this.

Sarah opened the fridge and put the leftover cake away.

“What a party!” she exclaimed to the rest of the group who were helping her clean TAN’s new meeting space.

“I’ll say,” Jose laughed. “Who would have thought that a tiny group of me, Tony, and Amanda would get so popular?”

“Well it helped when PFLAG started referring people to us,” Dorothy added.

The six of the seven people who had stayed to clean up sat down in the lounge area.

“I remember my first meeting,” Dorothy pondered. “It felt like a group of old friends just hanging out at Jose’s house.”