The parents of a troublesome teenage son finally had enough and sends him for special training. He gets more than she bargains for.

This is the last of the chapters I wrote the other night. Hopefully I can get one or two more over the next week: Dawn

Chapter 65 – The Battle

Waif
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

Chapter 17

“If you don’t mind watching over the sissies for a bit, I will go look around for the exact outfit I have in mind. I don’t trust Stephanie to get it just right. You will be fine watching over the sissies, right? If not, you can always call out for me, but I am sure you are going to do great.” Linda said to Lisa who was still getting her feet worshipped by Stephanie.

Coming back from Astronomy class I was wanting nothing more than to collapse on my bed and go to sleep. Since coming back from break, astronomy is now on Tuesdays, which isn't a problem in itself, but sometimes I have a tendency to overdo it during dueling club which leaves me a little tired. So when I finally got back to my room I changed into a sleepshirt, leaving my robes in a pile on the floor and collapsed on the bed. It was when my head hit my pillow that something was wrong. It took a moment for my brain to register the fact that my head hit something hard.

I know I was glad she came, but why? She had pushed me away those weeks ago and it still hurt. I'm not sure I'm ready to have my heart ripped apart. I never really had her and now I wasn't sure I wanted her. Was she just here because mom died? Did she feel obligated to come?

Here is proof that commenting helps. I got three early, positive comments on the last chapter, and they inspired me to spend that night writing, finishing two more chapters. This is the first, and there will be another tomorrow evening: Dawn

Chapter 64 – The Pretty Ones

“Who are the pretty ones?” Jason asked the fairie princess.

Ron White thinks he can manipulate Room 1408 to make his transsexual girlfriend, Jane, a real woman and pregnant. But Room 1408 is not to be trifled with. A continuation of Part 1 and 2 and based on the best-selling novel by Stephen King.

Finally we reach the end of the voyage. Weird stuff to ensue: Dawn

Stone 63 – Off the Island

I couldn't sleep. I kept looking at the pictures I now have of Bellatrix, and the pictures I have of Lily and James. Why do the pictures of Lily and James fill me with anger, while the picture of someone I just found fill me with joy? I can see how I resemble the Potters, but the other me looks like Bellatrix. I decided to go back to the mirror. 'I know the book said it can drive men mad, but I'm not a man. I'm a girl. If it drives women mad as well then the book would have used the word people.' I said to myself, a weak justification I know, but I didn't really care at the moment.

I was a professor of law at a small Catholic university. I preferred the title professor to “father” even though I was an ordained priest and a theologian as well. Some would say that I was a rather well-known theologian. Others would spit and call me infamous and the spawn of the devil. In the context of the Catholic Church I’m considered a raving mad leftie. I prefer liberal. While I don’t think I question the basic tenets of the Faith I certainly question that the social system of the first centuries AD in the eastern Mediterranean basin should dictate how the Holy Church is organised today. Recently I had been involved in some rather heated debate.

That was probably the reason why the Dean was falling to pieces when he received the message that His Holiness Johannes XXIV had requested my presence in Rome AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.