This is set in my A New Life universe, which is set in Dot's M.Y.T.H. universe.

Fair warning: Suicide is attempted, but (spoiler alert) the attempt fails. And thus comes the real Christmas gift in this story.

The Christmas Eve midnight service was wonderful. I took my place in the soprano section of the choir and sang carols that I had literally known for decades. I had to pay attention to what I was doing, though. It would have been easy to slip into the baritone or tenor parts that I had learned years ago.

At the stroke of midnight, Pastor Dan placed the baby Jesus into the manger. We all wished each other a very merry Christmas, sharing hugs all around.

Monad crept slowly across the overgrown, neglected gardens, staying out of sight of the cameras. "Are you sure somebody lives here?," Monad wondered aloud, "It looks kind of degraded." "I'm sure. It's registered to a Hailey Bonne, and she's definitely in the building now. Probably sleeping though," Demiurge replied through Monad's headset. Monad soon made it to the west wall of the mansion, and began sliding across, checking for unsecured windows.

What should I do?
Maybe he won’t hit me this time.
If I show him how much I care,
Maybe he’ll change.
I wish I knew what to do.

CHAPTER 57
I felt slightly nauseous just then. I wasn’t like some women, obsessed with animal welfare to the exclusion of the people around them, but we had a cat, my men and I, and he was part of the family. Even though I hadn’t had pets before, the presence of Fritz felt utterly natural to me. The idea of using a pet animal to prove how big a dick you had disturbed me, and if this was dogs rather than that other type of cock, it could turn out a really shitty case.

It was the week before homecoming. All of Benton Academy was in full swing, the school was bustling with activity. It seemed every club, no matter there social ranking was doing something to contribute to the festive air filling the hallways. The football players were kings of the school, having just handed St. Katherine’s Episcopal Academy a crushing defeat. If the football players were the kings of the school, then the cheerleader’s where princess. If the cheerleader were princesses that made my sister chief-princess because she was the captain of the varsity cheerleaders.

The Collector
by
Michele Nylons


Chapter Six – Sisters of the Web

Charlotte travels the world recruiting girls and contacts to build her high class prostitution ring 'Sisters of the Web', an idea she stole from the 'Acolytes of the Circle'. She has grand plans that involve an Arab Sheikh and the daughter of her best friend Mary. The journey's end for Charlotte, once a frightened young transvestite thrown out in the cold, now turned beautiful, sophisticated, but ruthless transsexual business woman.

Previously......

We lay there embracing and kissing each other as he stayed hard inside me. “I needed that as much as you I think.” He whispered in my ear. I kissed him deeply in agreement as I wrapped my arms and legs around him to hold him tight, with my panties hanging off one ankle.

And then I heard a cough.

We both opened our eyes and looked to my open doorway and my sister was standing there.

“Errrr. Hi sis” I said.

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Day off

Jamie decides to try the Sacculina treatment.

“Do you think Janet will like my breasts,” Nicole asked her older sister. “I know she likes big boobs. Are mine big enough?”

Julie blinked. That was not a question she was expecting. Nicole’s breasts were humongous. Easily as large as her new sister’s head. If not bigger. If that Janet girl did not like the size of Nicole’s breasts, Julie would have something to say about that. A sudden thought crossed her mind. Hopefully, Janet didn’t want them bigger.

“I think they’re big enough,” Julie finally answered. “She’s sure to like them.”

The Collector
by
Michele Nylons


Chapter Five – Conspiracy

Charlotte Beason returns to Chelmsford Hall twenty years after graduating as an Acolyte of the Circle and ten years after leaving to live overseas. She is reunited with her former mentor Mary Pilson under unfortunate circumstances; but is there an ulterior motive for her return?

I took a deep breath as I was lead into the nurses office. The minute I entered into the room, I felt the tiny hairs on my arm stand up as the smell of antiseptic filled my nose. It was nauseating to say the least as memories of my stint in the IC of UMC came flooding back. My palms starting sweating and chill passed over my shoulder. Slowly I closed my eye and shivered again.