Chapter 3 – Follow through

Not as bad as the others, and with maybe an epilogue to follow

A group of people wake up in a video game world and are forced to work together to survive and find out how to escape.

Shade is in the drivers seat now.

Chapter 21 recap.
“Rest, Artemis,” Shade says firmly, his tone carrying an unexpected reassurance. “Save your strength. I’ll handle this, and they’ll never know it wasn’t you.”

CHAPTER 65
My mouth was sticky the next morning, my head still fuzzy. I could still remember most of it though, as the pictures were shown, more wine poured and a messy bout of tears was resolved in the old, old way. Maz looked up at me, bleary-eyed, and lifted a sheet to her nose with a wince.

“Which of us spilled the red on the dooner?”

“No idea. Won’t need a dry clean for a while. Stain’s there to stay, I think. I’ll stick the kettle on, and then we can strip the bed”

Her smile up at me was a little fragile, but she nodded.

“Good job we’re both off today”

Chapter 3

I called Marilyn the next morning, before I left the motel. She told me that there was a car park on Portland Terrace, not far from the office, and to park there if I got to Southampton before the office closed. She would contact Gloria to get another key cut for the house and the office for me. I took my time going east, my car wasn’t as swift as Marilyn’s.

This is one of my "houswife and sex" stories. If this sort of thing offends you please don't read.

An unhappy crossdresser answers and advert for a man looking for a "special" wife.

I arrived at his house and pulled into his driveway. My 20 year old Ford Focus looks very shabby next to the Mercedes and the Tesla on the large gravel drive. The house is huge and screams money. My stomach doing back flips just thinking about what may happen.

 
 
XV. The Perks of Surrender

James had spent years admiring women's fashion from afar, intrigued by the elegance and expression that seemed exclusive to women. He grew up in a small town where gender norms were strict, but always found moments to secretly explore his fascination, scouring the internet for makeup tips and clothing styles.

“I think she knew there was nothing for you here. Not as a man, but even less as a woman, if that’s how you decided to live.” When I didn’t meet his eyes or say anything, he asked, softly, “Was she wrong?”

A fist pounded on my bedroom door several times sometime between o’dark thirty and oh-hell-no o’clock. Melissa—not waiting for me to answer her—threw the door open and then threw off my comforter. Great thing for the both of us that I slept in a t-shirt and shorts.

“We got an hour to get to the school before the bus departs.”

“And we’ll get there in five minutes,” I groggily replied as I kicked the blanket back on me.