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‘Damn, it had been a hard week!’ reflected Rhiannon as she walked through the shopping mall. Dawn had trouble with one of the detainees escaping and Rhiannon had to chase him down and punish the fool.
In addition, she was just plain horny! Transforming those who deserve it, into something that breaks their spirit, while teaching them the error of their ways is just pure sexy fun! Nevertheless, often she cannot participate in the frantic sex since that might not produce the results she was after.
That was the only thing Jim could think as his Dad pontificated on all matters of life and love while he drove them both in his beaten-up white van to the job site.
His dad cleaned septic tanks for a living, and Jim was home on summer break for college, so he had been roped (read: forced) into accompanying him to today’s job, while his Dad’s regular guy, Simon, was out sick with a stomach bug, the product of some bad beef empanadas he had had for dinner the night before.
Cathy heads back to Portsmouth and a meeting with Stella.
Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad
part 83.
Somehow I caught the 'back from lunch' traffic and it took ages to get to the hospital. I missed my bike, once Simon resurfaced I needed to organise getting it back.
The double doors swept open to admit a dark haired well built young man. He held his head proud and walked tall as he entered the room.
“Kind of cute.” Monyka whispered for Tonya’s ears only.
As Tonya watched, her heart began to beat harder, She was sure her face must be very flushed. Finally she put her head in her hands and shook her head.
So, it looks like there'll be more of these. I don't think any of them will be easy for me to write, but I'm finding them oddly... cathartic. Cleansing, even. Another fantasy of how things could have gone. If I write more, they won't be in chronological order.
Coulda Been... Too by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney
This didn't happen. The real story is much more painful, but really... this is what might have been in different circumstances. There's a kernel of what really happened here, but...
WARNING: This story describes in details a concentration camp, death train ride and death camp during WWII.
It was the end of the day here in Rotterdam. I could see the Allies bombers returning to England from their raids in Germany as they flew near the city. The shells from the German cannons were exploding like blossoms of black orchards below the squadron above as it flew back to England.
Cathy bakes a cake and goes cookie? See for yourself...
Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad
part 82.
Carrying my shopping back to the house, I had to make two trips - all right, I confess if I hadn't bought some clothes in Tesco, I probably could have made one journey and would have avoided my yucky neighbours.
Alright... the idea behind this is thinking back on how things have happened in my life badly. This is, on a basic level, I guess, my fantasy of how things could have gone. This was the first such scene in my life that occurred to me to write about. There may be more, but I don't know. This was difficult for me to write. Only about 1000 words, with the intro and title.
Coulda Been... by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney Note: This is dedicated to Eupha Galyen. My mother. 25 April 1953 - a long time from now.
This didn't happen. The real story is much more painful, but really... this is what might have been in different circumstances. There's a kernel of what really happened here, but...
Eric’s inner voice pleaded. Why are you dressing up like a girl? Living as a girl? Why did you agree to meet with Josh? Eric stared at the computer screen Why in the hell would you agree to that? To go on a date with a guy? Oh my God, Eric! You agreed to go on a date with an F-ing guy! What are you, gay?
I drove to the University Center with thoughts rolling around in my head. I managed to get a spot close to the entrance but I just sat there in the car for a bit, letting my thoughts sort of quiet down. I looked at myself in the mirror and I closed my eyes as I felt a tightening in my chest that had nothing to do with my bra. I sighed and opened my eyes again. Richard didn’t look back from the rear-view mirror, Caitlin did.
The girls thought about the matter for a few moments and Shirley said, “Okay, let’s try it. The savages probably have already missed Christie and on their way here to find her and whoever helped her get loose.”
The Long Journey
(A Lizzie Jane Adventure) Chapter 9
"You look ... nice," Andrei choked. His eyes again unconsciously drifted around his Christina's body. Regaining control of himself, he stuttered, "But if you want to change into something else ... you know ... that's fine too ..."
Lenore was beside herself with worry from that day onward. She loved her husband, but he didn’t understand his son’s limitations. The problems intensified when Stan Sr. showed he had no time to waste teaching his son, he was often frustrated, and he took his frustrations out on Lenore.
Heylo folks! Heather Rose and I are coming up on production fast now! Honest! Really! I mean it! Stop looking at me that way!
Major appreciation to my artist, Heather Rose Brown! She's worked so incredibly hard on these, getting every little detail to my specifications, taking an average of four tries for every character concept sketch! She's so talented and so hard-working. I stand / sit / float in awe...
Inside, you'll find character sketches of each of the 7 Sk8r Grrls!
“Brenda, there are no guarantees in life. Especially with what one person feels for another and I’m in the same boat as you - I don’t want to be hurt either! You know I was just dumped by my old girl friend and I was angry. But then I realized that you were there and I knew you were a much better person than my last girl friend. I worry too, because I’m having these feelings also and I’ve never felt like this so soon. It scares me as much as it does you.”
#29 - Some of my favorite stories are where a forced femme girl finds that she rather likes being a woman but the tables get turned on the forced femmers. Here Momma Dearest really can’t complain; she turned her son into a woman, and now “she” is taking an entirely feminine revenge.
Easy As Falling Off A Bike.
by Angharad & The Killer Kitten.
part 79.
I sat and watched Simon, he looked as tired as I felt. We had been talking maybe an hour, yet it felt like a month. I hoped it was still sunday, but if it wasn't I thought I might just about understand.
A school for superpowered children seemed like a good idea and definitely a change from fighting mad geniuses and superhuman brutes. But who knew that helping set up a school for super-powered teenagers would be so challenging? Not to mention dangerous and exciting...
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