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Donnie is taken aback when his friend Mitch asks him to accompany him to Hawaii
and act as his girlfriend. Donnie, of course, says 'no,' but Mitch makes him an
offer he can't refuse.
I kind of rushed right into this new series. I truly hope that you like this!
Against his better judgement, a man gives his wife a very feminine piece
of lingerie for their anniversary. She does not appreciate the gesture and makes
an offer that he takes her up on.
William makes a few big decisions and he needs to discuss those decisions with Kateri,
his family and a doctor. He also deals with changes at work and a surprise visit from
someone he'd hoped never to see again.
Lorelei did such a good job on various Hellish problems that she got kicked upstairs. No! Not up THERE, just into the Bureaucracy of Hell. The Big Guy Down Below has a cruel sense of humor.
Oh, Joy.
And now a new problem! Lillith, Queen of Temptresses, Mother of Succubae, has been canned — literally! Jade has her in a canning jar displayed as a trophy.
There's only one thing Lorelei can do. Sit on Lillith's throne to keep peace among the Succubae while moving ahead with Hell's agenda—including maintaining the Truce with Heaven—and figuring out how to get Lillith's pretty butt out of the Can!
"Kris," she says with hope in her voice, "I do like you–a lot. I would prefer
to have you as a male friend, but I like that we are going to be able to spend
the summer together after all. It will be a unique summer. I'll just miss the making out!"
"Me too," I say sadly as we share a sisterly hug.
Laurie's tears have changed to tears of relief. I find myself crying
too, for the identical reason.
This is a work based on one of the most famous movies of all time. Those who have seen the movie will, no doubt, recognize some of the names and situations described. For those who haven't seen the movie, the title is at the end of this story.
Jessie stood up and walked to the door mirror. He gasped as he saw the pretty girl looking back at him.
He examined his face which was downright pretty. His hair had grown so much! Thin, arched eyebrows? He continued in an almost surreal-like state. Breasts. He had breasts. No denying it. He lifted his nighty over his head and just stared. How? He reached to touch them. Red painted, perfectly manicured fingernails? This can’t possibly be real... but it is! His supple breasts gently swayed as he lifted them with his hands. They were real and they were a part of him. His hips curved out so much. If the breasts weren’t enough, the hips sure didn’t lie. He had a undeniable female figure!
Things have gotten pretty bad for Stephanie, what's left but to end it all. But what if....
This story is just that, A story (as in FICTION), but should nonetheless be taken VERY seriously. It's Copyright 2002, by ME (JulieChristine) and was inspired by events in my own life, and the lives of others I know. All characters in this story are completely fictional, as are the events described herein.
It’s a whole new life for Jane who now seeks to become accepted for who she is in a world that may not be ready for her.
Somehow she finds a way, gaining new strength.
In a world of chaos and confusion we all wish to find that one place we can call our sanctuary, but how do we get there and at what cost does it come?
This story is just that, a story, but should none the less be taken VERY seriously. It’s Copyright 2002-2009, by ME (JulieChristine) and was inspired by events in my own, and the lives of others I know. All charecters in this story are completely fictional, as are the events described herein.
“Oh my god, I never know how to answer that question. I mean, I never was any good at trying to figure stuff like that out — what difference does it make after all? I mean, who really cares, except for you of course. I didn’t mean to offend you, I hope you didn’t take it the wrong way. But really, does it really matter? I don’t see how it does. I really don’t.
“Seems I really need to… control myself more,” Rikkie admitted as she began backing out the doorway, still watching Lana. “I had better leave and let you dress. Otherwise… I’ll be wanting to do… more of that.”
Lana, feeling guilty, softly said, “I’m sorry.”
Rikkie pushed the door open a tad more, “Don’t be girl! I enjoyed it.”
Harry thought he was just making a little joke, but the women in the office weren't laughing.
So they made a little bet and Harry would win if he followed the women's dress code for a month.
How hard could it be?
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