Chapter 33 - Growth

Daisy was busy adjusting to life as a Dolly Parton-esque woman, fending off the predictable rude off-colored comments. This took place, all under the watchful eye of Ivan or, in his absence, one of his henchman. By late afternoon, Daisy's shoulders were hurting as his bra straps dug into his shoulders from carrying around his mammoth melons. The lunch hour crowd had been heavier than usual. He was bracing himself for the happy hour rush, counting the hours until closing.

Chapter 15

As Maggie and Karen drove away, Karen was the first to break the silence.

“Damn! Could this get any MORE complicated?!

“To Viks!” The five of us toast, clinking our glasses of champagne (or in Charlotte’s case, non-alcoholic champagne) together.

“Seriously, you guys,” Viks complains, “my birthday isn’t until tomorrow!”

“Yeah, but we’ve got to share you with a BOY tomorrow,” Hannah giggles. “Tonight it’s all girls, girls, girls!”

“And on that topic,” Mary giggles, “Jamie, where the hell did you get those amazing nails?” I laugh as I wave my extra-long fingernails for the girls, highlighting the shiny black polish that’s been applied to each one.

Alex takes the zipper of the jacket and he does it up and zips me all the way up as far as it would go and I’m teased in my body and inside too…I mean that was actually funny. And I’m laughing because it’s just awesome.

“I take it that’s a yes then?”

He gives me another kiss and then he walks to the Café where he has to work and I watch him go and it’s such a nice sight.

And the kissing and The jacket thing and I’m actually happy again and I actually skip a little on my way to work and hopefully I can dish about Alex and me over a cuppa with the boss.

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We have finally reached the climax of Book Four of this Anthology Of Insanity. Where the Lowe family, and their friends, are finally going to settle their matters with Scorpius, in more ways than one.

Jem… Chapter 141

Jem…Chapter 141 by Bailey Summers Copyright © 2013 Bailey Summers All Rights Reserved.

A few days ago, I read a comment on "who's hunting who" by Sadarsa: "No telling what the chaos generator inside Nag's head came up with," or similar. I laughed and laughed... because I was writing this at the time. This is the story my muse has been threatening me with for months, and I've held off because I really wanted to finish one story before doing another.

My muse had other ideas.

So here it is, another nice loving bag of "WTF" from me. Enjoy.

Copyright Nagrij, 2015.