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Caught dressed in a little girl's dress, Alex must explain himself to his
judgmental mother. He also finds himself befriended by the teenager who lives down
the hill and has to make some decisions about how he is going to proceed from here.
In this chapter, Emily navigates her first day back at school after a difficult suspension, facing anxious stares, whispered judgments, and the lingering tension with her classmate Trevor. With encouragement from her foster mom, Mrs. Blake, and the support of her friend Jasmine, Emily begins to reclaim her confidence, discovering unexpected moments of connection and strength. As the day unfolds, she finds herself adjusting to a life that feels increasingly like home, both at school and with her foster family.
Cathy has an encounter on the stairs and a poor night's sleep.
Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad.
part 115 (that's 12 x 9.58333' for other dozen fetishists).
As I walked up the stairs to my room, rapid footsteps were coming down, they belonged to the two hooligans with whom I shared the building. "Well look who has deigned to come back," said BigMac.
Bill’s wife has had enough of him bugging her to wear sexy clothes, so using Hugglebugs technology, she gives him a chance to see how it feels to dress that way. In the the process, they gain a deeper understanding of each other.
This is the continuing Story of Carol’s life. Carol is too pretty to be a boy and doesn't really want to be a girl. So he has decided to be an, “IT” But will Carol's life really change? Chris W.
What would happen if you swung all the way over a swing set? Would the world change? Would you? In this story, two friends experience what happens when you take a trip over the Magic Swing Set.
The Magic Swing Set
Copyright 2007 by Heather Rose Brown
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This is the continuing Story of Carol’s life. Still full of uncertainties about his future, not knowing who to turn to for the answers but getting a glimse of, HOPEChris W.
Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad.
part one hundred and a dozen.
I seemed to be spending more time in hospitals than Stella, who was paid for the privilege. Whilst the time spent with my father was a drag, no pun intended, staying with Simon was nearly over before it began.
Dedicated with love to "Kitten" 'MO' you know who you are!
This is a story of a child most nobody wanted! Not his Father, nor siblings. A child that in all rights, should have died at birth. The only thing that kept him alive was his Mother's love, the friendship of his sister Patty, and the love from the Sisters at his school and church. Most of you will not like this story because it contains humiliation, diapers(but not in a sexual way), and yes the reference to God our creator and Jesus our Savior. Most of you won't like this story because it makes you uncomfortable. But when I read it, all I can say is: “There but for the grace of god go I.” And then I cry with a sadness in my heart, for the way we as human beings treat everything that we don't or will not understand because it does, make us uncomfortable. ChrisW
I got sent this the other day by my friend Anne. Unusually for her she was reticent to post it; she is usually quite straightforward about such things. Knowing the bare outlines of what likely inspired it I was touched and slightly troubled. A close friend of hers is fighting breast cancer, hopefully to win as best she can.
This was inspired, if that's the word, by the waiting… in an anteroom of an oncology ward. A place where courage is simple, yet beyond what most, fortunately, will ever need to approach.
It was Alice Carter’s birthday: fortysomething. She sat in her favorite easy chair, a drink in hand, and thought back on her life. Birthdays are the time one takes stock.
However a nurse came in and coughed politely, "Sorry to interrupt, but no sex until after I've done your blood pressure."
Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad.
part 111.
Stella and I had nodded off to sleep when the nurse came in to tell us that Simon was out of theatre. I jumped out of the chair, for a moment not aware of where I was. Stella lazily opened her eyes and yawned.
This story takes place roughly half a year before Ikarus. It's about inadvertendly stumbling across a line you never thought you'd cross, even though you were steaming towards it all the time at full speed.
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I’m starting to feel like Angharad here. A story that was supposed to be over and done in four chapters has suddenly doubled in size or will have by the time it’s done, possibly bigger than that even.
Anyhow, it’s put extra demands on Krissikins and for that I’m sorry and profoundly grateful all at the same time. Who says men can’t multitask?
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!
Patrick Reece never went to college but ended up paying the bills by working in a diner. But he had a plan to better himself by writing original songs.
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