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Hunter is facing a summer of solitude due to his condition, but maybe there is hope for attending a
different summer camp? Attending would mean some changes, though...
I am truly thrilled that you enjoyed Chapter 1. I hope that you enjoy Chapter 2 as well!
John is examined by his surgeon for the first time, Miss Stephanie is up to her old tricks,
filming for the movie is underway, John faces the horrors of swim-suit shopping, Ed is
searching for the perfect engagement ring for Rose, John has a rare day away from
adults when he and his friends travel to the beach and, through all of this, it seems as
though John's relationship with his sister has not only healed thoroughly, but they have
grown much closer. That's a lot.
Brandon had been a fan of his favorite porn site for years. It was a place where people could admire and celebrate female entertainers—dancers, actresses, models, and performers of all kinds as they starred in porn films. When he heard about a contest offering a chance to spend a week on set with the girls, he didn’t hesitate to enter. To his surprise, he won. It felt like a dream come true.
After his mother dies the only option Kris has is to take his kid sisters to grandma's house. But Massachusetts to Maryland is a long way to travel on only $50. How will they make it, will grandma be able to keep them and what kind of life can they expect?
After the phone call with the Council Of Witches, Ramona and Genesis both drove home. As they drove, Ramona couldn't seem to stop thinking about how she'd smoked her first cigarette. "Wow," said Ramona. "I can't believe I actually smoked!"
"Neither can I," said Genesis.
"It felt so good," said Ramona. "Are you sure you didn't like it?"
"Of course I'm sure," said Genesis. "The cigarettes tasted awful, and they made me cough like crazy. Plus, I knew that if my dad found out I was smoking, I'd be grounded for life. So I stopped."
“There’s also something else I need doing. Make sure that your passport is up to date. I have the house near Valencia. I would like you to go there, in October, and open it up for me. Colin, Ruth, Larry, and Brendon will be spending a few months in it, and we will close this one down for winter. Talk to Michael and get a credit card linked to my account for all your living expenses.”
In the opulent halls of the palace, Prince Connor, a man of sharp wit and cunning, turned to his trusted assistant, Grayson. Grayson, a man of unassuming appearance but keen intellect, was dressed in a crisp business suit. "Grayson, enlighten me on what you've discovered about Consort Alex. I intend to use her to thwart Princess Helena's ascent to the throne," Connor said, his voice laced with a mix of determination and intrigue.
I let out a surprised and mildly annoyed grunt as I’m awakened by the feel of someone crawling over me — though the grunt quickly turns into a low moan of satisfaction as I feel a pair of breasts in a sports bra threaten to smother my face.
“Sorry babe, did I wake you?” Leanne asks, barely suppressing a giggle. “I just need to check my phone, see if I’m needed actually IN the office today.”
“There IS a nightstand on the other side of the bed,” I remind my girlfriend, who responds by just leaning more of her weight on my head — something I, obviously, have no problem with!
CHAPTER 31
Vic stared hard at me for a few seconds, before his gaze dropped to his plate. He pushed a few bits of chicken around with his fork before looking back up.
It happens when you're an old fart. You just sort of doodle along, until one day you open your dresser drawer and there is only one pair of shorts left in there and when you put them on they sort of droop and barely hang on, the elastic shot from too many washings. Back when I was married such things just wouldn't have happened, my wife would have replaced my worn underwear as part of her wifely duties. Seriously, that's how she thought of such things – wifely duties.
I tested the microphone by tapping it lightly and feedback rang throughout the tent.
"Sorry," I said quietly with an awkward smile then repeated it through the microphone loud enough for everyone to hear.
I'd raised my hand to say a few words about Matty because I'd felt like I needed to but up until I got on that stage, I had absolutely no clue what I wanted to say.
"Some of you know me, some don't" I began and watched the guests go silent offering me their full attention, "I'm Matty's sister, Ruth"
I don’t think that it is necessary to go into all the details of what I did at Pennsic 2022. It is all irrelevant now anyway. But what I do need to do is explain some of the background as to why I could not stay away from Pennsic 2023.
I sat in silence during dinner, not wanting to bring up anything up to my parents, since the other parents had not told them anything about the past few days. I imagined a small mob of pitchforks and torches slowly advancing upon our house and I would have to talk about everything. We were just about to have dessert when there was a loud knock on the front door.
Dr. Grace took Angie and Allison for lunch, not to explain some very relevant medical information about Allison’s journey but to coax Angie into a medical job, and some medical education. The new information on Allison’s journey simply came about because Dr. Grace couldn’t escape her old university professor tormenting her over the lunch; an old professor who was fully sure Allison was ready to know the details of the endpoint of her path.
Now, with Angie preparing both herself and the people in the medical faculty for this new job, and training, she’s being given, Allison is left all on her own. It’s the first time she’ll be left to her own devices since she became Allison. And she has a whole station to discover, in a brand new way.
A Grumpy Old Man’s Tale 55 Just Three Longer Tales
“Yes. I’m interested. You said you wanted a wife and were honest as to why. I’ll be just as honest. I’d be grateful of the care and protection of a decent man, but I’ve a son to protect. I’m no whore, but the exchange of bed comforts and a well kept dwelling for the protection of herself and her children is an exchange so ancient it’s decent way beyond decency, so my price is marriage. When do we get married? because till then I’m not prepared to offer you the opportunity to father my second child.”
I worried I was on a fool’s errand. The theories of lucid dreaming ran counter to my experience. So did much else of my experience. Conventional science had no explanation for being able to experience other people’s dreams or sensations. Even the occult couldn’t explain it. There was no way around it: This was going to require me to develop original theories, ones which only I could test, unless I found another dreamwalker, and they might be difficult for anyone else to accept.
Seeing Ryan again? That hadn’t been the plan. Despairingly I shook my head and broke free to run for the door. Once outside I saw that Karen was already in her car and reversing out of the parking space. Oblivious to my presence, she nearly ran into me as I hastened to the door on the passenger side. I had to hammer on the windshield before she turned and saw me. She sure was taking her part in our role play seriously!
“Oh, what the hell happened.” Jack slowly wakes up and sits up.
As he starts sitting up, a bunch of long black hair blocks his view. He also notices that there is something weird about his voice. He looks at his hands and arm.
“What the hell?” as he hears a high-pitched female voice.
He looks around and notices two other younger girls lying near him. All of them are dressed in neon-colored full bodysuits. One of the teenage girls looked oriental and the other one had silver hair that covered her back.
I went to where David was trying to answer fifteen questions at once.
“David, we have a security screen. They’ll help us get out to the cars. I don’t think that we’re going to be able to answer everyone, or to make the fans happy, but we have to get out.”
He nodded so I went over to the leader of a very fierce looking group of guys.
“I believe that you’re going to help us get to our cars, lads. Can we do it without blood on the floor?”
What do you do when you look seven years old but you’re actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen’s entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn’t the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her the way she looks at seven years old?
Sam has hid from the world for most of his life but a chance encounter has burst everything open. Sam meets Tracy at the park and they begin their training.
Young Kyle struggles to make it through the school day without being noticed, but others intend to make him the center of attention. A beautiful coming of age story with a difference. Now available to borrow from Kindle Select for Kindle Prime members.
Angelique is back. Along with assorted ancient gods and goddesses, a plot to unseat Lucifer from the throne of Hell, and a lot of other fascinating things. She always seems to get the 'interesting' jobs.
Patrick Reece never went to college but ended up paying the bills by working in a diner. But he had a plan to better himself by writing original songs.
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