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Life has some certainties, birth and death of course, but the rest is a mix of Minestrone and Spaghetti, some of which we have no direct influence over. We can however decide whether we want Parmesan or other seasoning, we can give Gnochi a try, doesn't mean we'll like it but at least we'll know. Gaby has reached just such a point in her life, she knows she likes Pizza, she's not averse to Spaghetti or Lasagne but is Gnochi for her? The Gnochi in this case is doing the singing with BlauHase on a more serious level, as a 'hobby' its fine but could this be a change of career? Well you don't find out without trying so that's just what our heroine is about to find out in this, the 27th book of the Gaby saga.
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.
The next story I'm going to share with you was told to me by Junior Scoutmaster Emma Jeanette Pierce. I'm also going to confess I went a little overboard with the name of the story. I don't apologize for it at all though, mostly because it conjures up perfectly the vibe I want to capture with these stories.
The Ghostly Dancer at the Annual Cotillion Ball
Told By
Emma Jeanette Pierce
he first one to step up to the line was a teenage boy around my age, and man was he gorgeous, he was tall, and God had blessed him with a head full of long, silky smooth jet black hair that reached down to the collar of his shirt. He was also tanned and one could see nothing but lean muscles. Just looking at him made me shiver. I soon found myself starting to blush. And much to my embarrassment their was no way I could hide my blush.
Total number of drivers 40. Number of company teams 10. Number of tracks 20. Number of countries 12. Time frame 6 months. Number of Fallen Angels hooked on speed 2. The McGuire sisters are and they’re out for blood in the newly founded International Stockcar Racing Association. After two years driving the Formula One circuit Professional Drivers Roberta Bobbie McGuire and her sister Elisabeth ‘Beth’ McGuire have made real names for themselves. The two young ladies took the world by storm in their first year by placing 3rd and 4th in the Championship points race. Now their plans and dreams of starting in the International Stockcar Association have come to fruition. The Fury twins plan to prove to the world they belong in Stockcar Racing. And they don’t care who they have to put into the wall to bring home the inaugural championship.
Sister Lauren Cross was the perpetual head sister of St. John’s Catholic school since she was in her late twenties. She had once been a beautiful woman who was admired by men unfortunately those same men did their best to harass her for her affections until she ran away to a convent and become a nun. Since then, she’s known for being cranky, bitchy, and a general cunt to those not with XX chromosomes.
Devon believes he will have the week long Atlantic crossing to find a new mark for his graft and schemes. He gets more than he bargained for when he meets Reginald LeMark and his mother Lady LeMark.
Cover photo by Jonatan Pie. Downloaded from Unsplash
Marcia is seventeen, and along with Darryl, has moved south in Alaska to attend the Anchorage campus of the Alaska State University. She wants to pursue her dream, but will it pursue her instead?
As is always the case, I'd like to thank Malady for his help checking through this story for the many errors I frequently insert, as well as listening to my sometimes completely crazy ideas about the direction of the story and telling me how crazy they are!
Chapter 4
Wednesday,
May 3rd,
2023
11:45
PM
The
day had been incredible. Marcia kept fingering the ring she wore on
her ring finger of her left hand. It was beautiful, and she was so
happy Darryl had bought it. Briefly, she had wondered how he
afforded it, but then she realized that he had saved a lot of money
over the last couple of years.
The
surprises had only begun with Darryl’s proposal. When Mike asked
for the bill,
the server brought a slip of paper. There was no sign of the normal
credit card tray. Instead, there was a note. Mike read it, teared
up, and then handed it to Gloria. He didn’t speak, and in fact, it
appeared as though he couldn’t.
Thanks
to Malady for his help editing and for ideas.
Cover
image from Unsplash
3.2
Daddy
enlisted Jack and Sylvia to help him work on a way to repair the
people’s bodies.
They
found that the heinously
fast changes that Amos favored, required a commensurate amount of
bots inside a person. Structure changes to the skull as well as
any
in the brain, weren’t made with the health of the victim in
mind.
As the brain held the person, the repair project started with that.
But,
due to starting without the person’s original genes, they
planned to work back from what they did
have, reversing all of Amos’s changes.
“Can I ask you something?” I say to him. “Sure, what do you want to ask?” he replies. I pause for a bit, do I really want to say this and spoil the moment, is the fantasy better that what might go wrong? “It was something Jo said.” I say, I didn’t want to mention her name in case it broke the spell, but Jo is my friend and I know I am flirting with her boyfriend, but I also need to know this. “She said that we both gave you an erection and I wanted to know if I had caused some of it?” I look away, embarrassed.
Climbing out of the car, Lyle knew he was on shaky ground. Officially, as an FBI agent, he had no reason or jurisdiction to be at the inspection of the home Ruth's parents had rented in order to take custody of Christina. Still, he hadn't been able to shake the feeling in his gut that if he didn't look into it, something terrible might happen. After twenty years of first being a cop and then an FBI agent, he'd learned to trust that instinct as it'd saved his life countless times. His hunch had paid off when he'd looked into Nancy's file.
Eric looked out the window of the cab through rivers of raindrops that ran down the side of the roof in little streams. The sun was just reaching the ebb of twilight in the wet October sky as he opened the cab door and stepped out onto the muddy driveway in front of the house that was to be where he would live from now on. He couldn't call it home; that was back in Newport Beach.
CHAPTER 14
Our Christmas meal was more than satisfactory. It was effectively soporific, and we spent the afternoon slumped in various chairs. Mam had set out some rules about our plans for that part of the day, and they were based on a review of the programmes offered up on the television. Our concerted opinion, following her lead, was just ‘No’.
When the film finished, she asked me if I was going to audition for the play and I pointed out I don’t really look like a T Bird. She looked at me and said, “No, I was thinking a Pink Lady.” She hit pause and said, “That one.”
I looked at her and was a bit confused and just said, “Huh?”
Over the next week that became our routine, walks around the house and lessons in basic womanhood. One day we spent several hours on the glory of childbirth; and then some time on getting through periods. “Every woman is different” said Gwen “we will know what you are like with your first. Some women have it easy and some have some pain. All of us have mood swings and most of us become bitches for a few days.”
The crew disperses about the city of Yod
for various purposes. Ursula's needs take her to the main market, where she
receives unexpected advice, a warning - and a rebuff.
I’ve made a few minor changes (of little consequence) to the previous chapter. The afternoon spell practice now takes place in the training ground where I initially intended to put it (I doubt the whole school population – diminished as it is – would squeeze into any of the courtyards), and I’ve moved the location of Lori’s encounter with Raphael to the Middle Courtyard, otherwise being in the training ground would likely trigger her memory that she was expected to be there after lunch.
At first, Evan Houston thought he was just another teenager with average teen problems. When he found out that he had the ability to alter the world around him with a mere thought, he realized he was in deep shit, at the Center!
Despite growing up knowing about the Paranormal and seeing a world that normal people would never see, Seth was as close to a normal human as you could get. Everything would change on the day his father died and his life would never be the same again.
To be honest, that kind of power scared me and it took a few minutes before I was able to say, “That sounds like it’s hard, and a huge responsibility.”
Christmas looks down at her wife as she laid under her. She was straddling her waist and massaging her breasts. She knew Julia was upset that their son had been harassed and handcuff by people she trusted.
She decided to give Julia a massage to calm her down. She didn’t like what Julia told her, but she was better at remaining calm than her wife was.
“Are you feeling better, sweetie?” Christmas looks into Julia’s brown eyes as she stared into them.
"You look, fine Darling," Matt said to me for what seemed about the twentieth time.
“I agree,” said Nancy.
I was feeling far from fine. It felt like my first day at the NYPD Academy all over again. That didn’t go down very well as the chief instructor and my father were not the best of friends.
Rebecca rides her boyfriend’s penis gently as she goes up and down on him. She enjoyed feeling her new breasts bounce up down as she rode her boyfriend. The operation to get them had hurt, but it was worth it to her. Even her modeling agent liked her new look.
It doesn’t take long for her boyfriend to erupt in her ass. She came at the same time as her boyfriend as her cum comes squirting out of her cock. It squirts onto the belly of her boyfriend.
I'm going through some of my old stories I wrote when I was younger. Some are short some are long but ive been bitten by the creative bug and decided to go through and refresh and finish them. So since we are getting close to spooky month here's a short little story from the dusty old box in the back of the closet.
What if even an ordinary mortal could alter history? There are so many theories as to what time is and what it would mean if you could alter history and create an alternate timeline in a parallel universe.
Being interested in extreme Astrology and a technician I have always rejected such theories, just until I woke up in HER bed and found myself changed ...
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