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Guy Tregaskis stepped onto the porch of the large suburban home and paused for a moment to feel its force. He considered that all homes with any age carry a force, made up of the people who built it and the people who occupied it, and perhaps even those who occupied the land before the house was built.
Chapter one.
Growing up the youngest of three boys in rural Alabama was pretty tuff, everything between me and my two older brothers was a competition.
We had hardly had time to do more than exchange a chorus of 'what are you doing here' before a small whirlwind came clomping over with her braids a-flying. She enveloped her father in a enthusiastic hug, and to my surprise I found myself in her embrace a moment later.
My name is Erica Lakehurst. This is my story. I doubt anyone will believe it, but I need to tell someone. Here is as good a place as any to start. It's a difficult story to tell and even harder to accept, but I hope it will strike a note with at least a few readers...
The room is sated and quiet. Dimly lit by a new day peeking around the curtains, ‘PING’,... Shelby's phone goes off for the fifth time in as many minutes. She has texts waiting.
The day before St. Patrick's Day would be Katie's 33rd birthday if she existed outside of the story realm. In celebration of that, I wrote this story. It is not set in the present day. Too many issues I don't want to deal with. You will have to figure out when it is on your own accord.
We find out more about the Essex Slasher's past and Glenda and the Chief Constable have a secret rendezvous. Charlie and Robin's relationship takes an unexpected turn.
The development team had thought they were getting nowhere with Terry Adler. He had signed the non-circumvention agreement like all potential angel investors, and he had received the initial Information Memorandum, but he appeared disinterested at first. He still seemed like the best fit – savvy in software of this type, his own team of developers, past history of punting on good ideas and more money than anybody could dream of.
“Mom,” I called downstairs, “I don’t have any underwear!”
A few moments later my mom was standing in my doorway looking at me. I was late for breakfast having ignored my sister the first time she told me to get up and now my sisters were downstairs eating while I was still wearing my pajamas.
“What’s all over your floor,” my mom said while she glared at me.
“Dirty clothes,” I said.
“So,” she said sternly, “you do have underwear - only they are all dirty as you haven’t put them in the hamper like I’ve told you to do a hundred times.”
Dana is a last year college student who likes following an all-female band. When one of them takes an interest in him, he feels like he has won the lottery.
Don’t follow me!
An Eagle camera?
Naainish, listen to Dr. Ajie!
A car show, a guy, and the Mayor!
What does this guy want!? ~o~O~o~ Now I'm Professor Nez. Not! ~o~O~o~ New feathers in the headdresses. ~o~O~o~ Naainish and Qua Ah? ~o~O~o~ So, this is what he wanted. Not the best way to do it. ~o~O~o~ The Vette did well. But why Mayor Rodrìguez?
Things were a bit lean as we worked to revive and expand the company we now all had an interest in. Julie and I chose to take much of our compensation in stock and other deferred payments, as we were happily living with Sandra and Doug. We all put in long hours and it paid off, two years in the company was profitable, so Julie and I decided to go house hunting.
Robin, Glenda, Ruffe and Charlie form their Special Crime Investigation Team and go about tracking down the Essex Slasher. Robin has second thoughts about Charlie and finally sees her as a woman not a freak. Despite the danger Charlie goes back to work and is picked up by one of her regular punters.
They were well in the air before he noticed the person sitting next to him. The stewardess was responding to a call and the person turned, and he recognized the face immediately. Still he waited for a moment before speaking.
“Excuse me,” you may think that this is rude and way to forward of me, but I think that recognize you. You are Jay Thornley, the neutered guy, sorry, person, aren’t.
There's not really much to say about our time in grad school except it was all-consuming. What did touch far more on our lives was Sandra's increasing frustration with the male-oriented bullshit of the company she worked for. From her point-of-view, as well as our growing understanding of the business world, the company was missing obvious opportunities and playing turtle while technology and marketing opportunities passed them by. This culminated around our spring break in 1973, when Sandra and Doug uttered that immortal line: "We've got to talk."
I suppose it must have come as something of a shock for The Boy Next Door. He and his family had moved in only a few weeks before, and when his mother sent him over to borrow a cup of sugar, the last thing he expected to see was a pair of firm, young bottom-cheeks staring him dead in the face.
You see, I was dancing the cancan.
Yeah, I know that sounds crazy, but I've always thought the cancan was an extremely sexy dance; the idea of whirling across a stage with my skirt raised to my chin made my heart race every time it crossed my mind...
An Altered Fates Story A second look at the 1967 film, The Graduate
and the 1963 novella of the same name by Charles Webb. By Iolanthe Portmanteaux
“The back door was open,” Ben stammered, gesturing in that direction. “That’s not safe, you know.
I could have been anybody, coming through that door!”
“You could have been anybody?” she repeated. “Then I’m going to have to give some thought
to who I want you to be, next time you come over.”
After supper, when she returned to her hotel, she felt so lonely that
she broke down and decided to call Carson or Amanda, even at the risk of
annoying them. Perhaps she could ask them to let her speak with Davey?
But when she got out her phone and tried to use it, nothing happened.
We explore where the Essex Slasher came from and how he came to be, meanwhile WPC Glenda Savage uses her feminine wiles to convince the Chief Constable to appoint her to a Special Crime Investigation. Ruffe's stories in the paper attract the Slasher's attention and could put Charlie, who still recovering in hospital, in further danger.
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