Mrs Sybell Langdon lived about four doors away, she was a good looking woman roughly in her mid 40`s early fifties and she was fun, she always had time for us kids, listening to our woes and problems, she laughed with us and cried with us I don’t thing you’d find a kinder soul anywhere. She was a bit strange though, never went to church and had a dislike of all religious leaders, she never bothered them unless they bothered her and they were always calling her names in church.

CHAPTER 57
This was it. I had prepared as best I could, with the ‘carry letter’ Alec had insisted on drafting before he left at the weekend, the ‘spy tit’ as Larinda had christened it working, and the best preparation and presentation I had been able to manage that morning. I looked up.

“Morning, Graham. I’m on an office day today”

My Boyfriend’s Love

I love lingerie and I love lingerie on my boyfriends even more. This is a story of fulfilling my fantasy with my current boyfriend Trey.

We are both out of college, 21 years old, very much in love with each other. But I have a good “feeling” that Trey has a huge feminine side to him. I love that about him and it makes me more attracted to him, plus it excites me since I like my boys wearing lingerie. What really turns me on is when we BOTH wear matching lingerie.

War and Peace
By
Jacquimac

Part Fifteen

We may with high ranking officers from both sides, the findings of the investigation were revealed to the allied forces and we were once again subjected to a full physical examination. Statements were taken from the relevant people and everything was sent back home by courier, we couldn`t do anything now but wait.

Rory was surprised by the statement and showed it in his face.

Part 3

CHAPTER 13
What can I say about that year? It was truly a rebirth, as Sophie emerged into the world almost as the Venus of Botticelli. I simply wore more clothing than the goddess in the painting.

Author's note:
This is the last story in this series, but not necessarily Belle's last story.

Chapter 17

Marta was astonished. “Brian? I-I-I don’t understand. Where’s Belle? What’s going on?”

“Who’s Belle?” Brian searched the room as if trying to make sense of his situation “I don’t know how I got here. Did I get away from the people who kidnapped me?”

Tears began trickling down Marta’s face. “Brian? Is that really you?”

The Princess of the Desert

By Melodie Thomas

Edited by Holly Hart

Chapter 9

Saturday, May 2, 2009
My mind was totally scrambled by the time we left the crime scene, only fifteen minutes after we arrived. Smith led me back out to the waiting SUV, and we were off to the airport again. The Lear Jet took off only minutes after we boarded, heading to Washington D.C.

The seats in the Lear were arranged with four seats around a fixed table. There were four of these table/chair sets on the jet.