The Editor
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

It was my fourth Marion Potter book and at the end I found my eyes full of tears. It was unusual for me because while I can be as emotional as the next man, I was editing. I was looking for spelling and grammar and inconsistencies. When you are doing that, it is usually hard to get caught up in the story. It should be just words. But they were words that I did not realize had caught me in their web and were now winding me up in silk.

“Omigod!” Beck shouted from the hallway. “Omigod, omigod, omigod!”

My parents and I interrupted our breakfast of waffles and looked down the hallway as Becca stormed into the kitchen. She made a beeline to the chair across from me, hurriedly shoved it out of the way and pointed her cell phone at me with a picture of Justin with me in a full, lip-locked embrace.

A trans escort meets someone from the past.

I’ve only ever had one friend; a woman twenty-odd years older than myself who definitely was a woman who appreciated a little male company from time to time, even overnight occasionally.

“Caroline?”

“Yes, Nicole?”

“The children have gone for more drinks. How do you feel?”

“Shattered! Er, very tired”

“He is a handsome man, no?”

“Um, I suppose so, yes”

“Please be careful. This meal tonight, it was a generous thing, but do not dream too much. He has the puces, the cards for the pictures. Take time before another meeting, yes?”

Didi Starts School

Reluctant Diva 20
Inspired by Lipstick Discipline
Chapter 20 – Coming of age

Los Zetas leader’s Mansion, Colombia, South America
Osiel Quintero was asleep in his huge bed with several naked women. One of the women sleeping with him was a blonde-haired woman that looked like she had been beaten and was drooling from the drugs he gave her.

This story goes back decades but I feel I need to tidy up some of my contributions and give them finality before, well;

I'll be daily adding the final chapters until it's all posted. Basically the story centres on centaurs but it moves very slowly.

I must re-emphasise the caution about explicit content. This story first germinated in my sad little 'twenty-year-old' mind over fifty years ago when my gender appreciation, sexuality, morality and deviancy was truly all over the place. It might give some of the more academically and medically interested students some insight into how far I was down the road to total amorality. I make no apologies for what went before but it demonstrates how much I have climbed out of that awful pit.
Beverly.