I woke, and realized I was restrained. I also felt a terrible dislocation in time. I somehow knew I had been unconscious for a significant period of time. Fear poured over me. Had I been kidnapped:? So many movies and TV shows came back to me, that when I heard soft footsteps and saw a shadow at the end of my bed, I actually squeaked, “Don’t hurt me, please.” “Nobody’s hurting anybody, sweetie” a woman said, and I looked at her and realized she was a nurse.

Nichole was contemplating all the things that had been happening to her and her family. She sat on her unmade bed and stared at all her new clothes and began to softly cry. Edited by STANMAN63, thank you.

With his friends placed into the sleep of the ages, by Fintan Mac Gabhann, a minion of the mischievous Goban Saor, Gwri is forced to serve them in their plot to strike back at Brarn the Reaver. Set before him was six tasks to gather six items. This is the tale of the fourth of those tasks.

I slipped back into my all-in-one girdle. Steve could not take his eyes off me while I was dressing. I was thinking maybe he would like to wear one of these girdles. He loves bras so much. He said to me after I got my nylons hooked, "Terri you are one beautiful woman. I could watch you dress everyday. I love the way you bend over and gently adjust your breasts into your cups. I love your lingerie so much. You wear that foundation beautifully."

Two Little...Boys?
by mittfh
 
Copyright © 2010 Ben Norwood.

Otherwise known as the perils of listening to Desert Island Discs en-route into work, followed by a very quiet afternoon on the helpdesk...

Oh, and in my desire to always "do something different", I've tried writing this entirely in the present tense. On reflection, I'm not entirely convinced the concept works. Oh well.