This story might be too sad. Dedicated to all who during Christmas are lonely, hungry, ill or suffering.

Hello! Happy Holidays and welcome to the cheap present. The chapter that sort of brings everything to a head.

Happy reading.

When among Dragons... Chapter 3 A new family

by Machara and Chryos Stormwing

Special thanks to
my love Chryos who creates this with me,
Gabe as my editor and friend
as well as Sammi for ideas

Marian stepped forward, to take Garrus’ hand, smiled and shook it. It was a reassuring handshake, while not strong or uncomfortable, not exactly soft either.
“I've heard quite some things about you from Hera and look forward to getting to know you.”
She stepped back, her eyes remaining on Garrus, mustering.

I have never felt so good after drinking as I did now barely on the verge of being fully awake. For once in my life I was beyond explanation on how good I felt. No other words to describe it other then fully content with a hint of electric. The next sense that came to me was the warm body holding me. Wrapping itself around me in a blanket of protection. I silently giggled as I wiggled my rear feeling something that gave me flashes of lightning so few hours ago. The next sense that came to me was the smell of our mutual efforts to please each other.

Camille Jean Laignaux confronts her feelings about what Mr. Jack did to her. And someone may have overheard the truth. Will it all become unraveled?

Copyright © 2017 by AuP reviner

Jo went off to work the next morning with her thigh bands unlocked. I’d given her the key to the chain that connected the two bands but the locks that held them around her thigh were different so she could experiment with the chain for a while. I’d given Jo the option of not wearing them but she gave me a steely look. The change that had come over her since we’d settled here was all to the good. She wasn’t the ‘appendage’ that supported me in my role as CEO. She’d got a new found confidence and determination that pleased me no end.

A day in freedom weights more then a million lives in slavery (memories of a priosner).

[At a School, somewhere two weeks before Christmas]

“Miss Featherstone, the Headmistress would like to see you in her Office?” said the Head’s secretary after she’d popped her head around my classroom door.

Sadly, my class of fifteen year olds were more interested in which ‘C List’ celebrity had either had a boob job or was … well, having it off with some other reality TV performer than 'Britain during the Industrial Revolution'. I refuse to call them stars. Most of them had as much talent as I had in my little finger.

Camille Jean Laignaux and everyone else is oblivious to Mr. Jack's real intentions. Can they save her in the end when they don't even know how evil he is?

Copyright © 2017 by AuP reviner

I spent a fair while about two weeks ago looking through websites to see if there were any fairs taking place in the US around Christmas time.

There were none, the latest I could find all ended around mid-November, so this story and the people and some places in it are pure fiction.

Answer To A Maiden's (?) Prayer Part Two