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Chapter 4
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Jude ached all over when he awoke. The room was different from what he remembered, whatever he was lying on was hard and flat, and there was only the one soft thing touching his arm. Most of what he could see at the moment was the ceiling with a light over him, though it wasn’t turned on. The room was a bit on the dark side, and he needed to figure out where he was.

Paul looks at everyone gathered around him. The assassin or mugger that Marshal Running Bear had tortured and killed hadn’t told them anthing of any use. Even the information that Jessica removed from the man’s mind, hadn’t revealed anything of use.

“I think we need to be more active and start asking the villagers where we can find these assassins.” Paul knew they needed to pull a few pages from his and Kat’s playbook.

The following morning, Jamie took the train back to Soho. He was due at the nightclub at ten o'clock, but he arrived about nine-thirty. He stood around on the pavement for a few minutes, then decided to try the door, and it swung open. He walked into the gloom inside.

Chapter Two -- Chapter Three – Cecelia Flick

The backstory to how Gillian rises to become the Madame of one of London's most prestigious gentleman's club continues while her trial unfolds in court. Gillian has a use for Celia Flick that Amanda may find surprising.

Olivia Concludes she will have to assist the police if there is to be any hope of her friend Angela recovering from the addiction she was forced to endure at the hands of the rape gang.

We often sit on our balcony with a bottle of local Douro red wine or vino verde or, the speciality of the region, vintage port, overlooking the beautiful Douro Valley remembering all the special times.

Sorry for such a long delay. I just didn’t feel like writing. Do you like the new image? It seems more appropriate for the last half of the story: Dawn.

Stone

Chapter 27 – Home again

Chapter Two -- Fleur De Lis

With the help of her uncle and his contacts, Gillian begins to work her way up the ladder of criminality into respectability.

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Chapter 1
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Grace. Some people walked with it, some people flew with it. Julian barely dreamed with it.

Swimming lessons for P.E. went on, and he sat to the side with his classmates while a girl dove off the high board. It was a beautiful dive. Julian sat in awe.

Of course, the boys sitting around Julian cheered for a different kind of beauty that she too possessed. It was that age where boys started to look at girls a certain way. Julian, however, didn’t care about all of that at the moment.

It was just a Walmart, not a Belk or something, and I was probably just getting basic underwear, not anything I could show off at school like a skirt or dress. But it was my first time shopping for girl clothes and I was determined to enjoy it. I’d read a million scenes like this in various stories since I first got past the nanny software a couple of years ago, and now I was going to live it.

[October 1927 – Chicago]
Vincent ‘Bugsy’ Stallone came into his office in a bad mood.
“Those bastards from Justice are getting to be a real pain in the arse. We just lost another shipment of beer between the Port and the Warehouse. It is that agent Ford again. He gets everywhere, the bastard. He must have informants on almost every street corner.”

The blonde-haired woman sitting next to his big polished oak desk looked up from filing her nails.

“What are we going to do? We have customers who rely on us. That’s the fourth this month.”

“Doll, don’t I just know it. Now that Big John and the rest are out of action it is down to the likes of us to keep this city drinking.

“Won’t this just blow over?” asked the woman.

Tina bonded hard and fast with my friends at Sous Vide and they all exchanged phone numbers and social media handles. I will admit I felt a little jealous that she fell in with my friends so quickly, but I was the one who built her up to them, and them to her. They just proved to each other that all my gushing wasn't hyperbole. I felt a little jealous knowing that Tina and my girlies could now connect directly without me as an intermediary.

CHAPTER 9 - What aA Tangled Web We Weave, When First We Practice To Deceive

"Please Ellen, let’s not tease about that. There is no way I am interested in some guy."

"How do you know if you haven’t tried?"