Chapter 7a

Alan awoke gently to the sunlight piercing through the window, bathing the bedroom in a soft golden morning glow. Being a high-powered business executive, it wasn’t often that he was afforded the luxury of such a peaceful, harmonious start to the day. Usually his alarm’s savage buzz pulled him from his slumber to announce the day.

Erica's testimony and resistance stymies the defence efforts to get the powerful gang members off the hook.

I saw more photos of that same towhead girl. About 20 pages of snapshots. Some with her sisters. Some by herself.

Nurse Joe
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

Just because I am big doesn’t mean I am stupid. In fact, I am pretty smart. I was just a big guy from an early age; big and too strong for all the other kids. That got me into trouble, and trouble kept me away from classes.

Kilts always have been expensive, and many a man couldn’t afford one, most of the men I knew when I was a child had inherited theirs. But all the men and the boys too had to be wearing one if they expected to be fed at Granny’s house on a Sunday, even the toddlers too. I mind my youngest brother Graeme wearing one when he was still in nappies [US diapers] and so young my Mum was still nursing him.

Sitting in the drawing room afterwards with our arms around each other I was again getting romantic ideas in my head, when we were rudely interrupted by the shrill call of my phone, much to my disappointment.

“I’m sorry sir, but I’m not allowed to discuss that,” Sophie said as she poured the passenger his coffee. “Will there be anything else, sir?”

“Non, that will be all,” the middle-aged businessman replied in his refined Parisian accent. Sophie dutifully bobbed a curtsey and dragged her trolley back to the kitchen, where her supervisor was waiting with a sympathetic smile on her face.

“I couldn’t help but hear that, honey,” Annabelle said softly. “You got another one of those questions?”

WHAT DO I DO NOW? PART 2

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Sam had a night he would never forget, a lifelong transvestite he had taken advantage of his wife’s supposed absence to venture out for the first time dressed as his alter-ego Samantha. He was in a gay bar enjoying himself when in walked his wife in the arms of what appeared to be her girlfriend. Devastated at finding out his wife was a lesbian. He took to drinking to help deal with the reality of the situation.

SAM’s story.

He slid off his stool and stumbled toward the door.

A newbie crossdresser wanders into the gathering of the Roses at the SWEET conference, looking for help and advise on telling his new wife about his "hobby".

This was previously published as part of the anthology "A Dozen Roses"

When Karma learns about the existence of a secret devisor vault, she just HAS to see what is inside. This begins a new adventure for the little implette.

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This is the last ghost story of Ghost Stories and Urban Legends of Benton. There were a number of stories I wanted to include in this collection but could not because of the cost of printing. I'm sure those stories will appear in the sequel to this collection Ghost Stories and Urban Legends of The Yazoo Delta. A collection of ghost stories centering on the Yazoo Delta at large. This story was told to me by my mentor Lily Potter the older sister of my best friend Jamie Sarah Potter.

Another Side of My Life
Chapter 20 (Final)
By Julie D Cole

I aplogise but I decided to edit and bring this story to an end. Seems interest is waning.

I extended this chapter of course.

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‘So is my invite to breakfast a yes or a no?’

‘It’s a yes thank you.’

CHAPTER 58
I don’t know whether what Marlene and I had called my ‘girl magnetism’ was wearing off, but Heidi and Nita seemed to have come to a temporary half in supplying new residents. We are, after all, such a tiny proportion of the population that I must have been sheltering a major part of the available ‘supply’, and there was also the parallel fact that not all parents are bastards.